Ooww Ladies and gentlemen
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The moment you've all been waiting for..
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in this corner: weighing 175 pounds,
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with a record of 17rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murfders,
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the undisputed, most diabolic villain in the world
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slim shady!
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So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
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Don¡¯t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
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O-oh o-oh, bitch3s hopping in my Tahoe
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Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got close
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Now where¡¯s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
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I noticed there¡¯s so many of them
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and there¡¯s really not that many of us.
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Ladies love us and my posse¡¯s kicking up dust.
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It¡¯s on till the break of dawn
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and we¡¯re starting this party from dusk
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Ok .. let's go
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Back when Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk
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Fix your mugs, youll just be another one bit the dust
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Just one of my mother's son who got thrown under the bus
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Kiss my butt. Lick the wonder cheese from under my nuts
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It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
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Its a must I redeem my name n haters get mushed.
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Bitches'lust. Man they love me when I lay in the cut.
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Fist the cut. The lady give her eighty some paper cut.
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Now picture us. Its ridiculous you curse at the thought
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Cuz when I spit the verse the shit gets worse then worcestershire sauce
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If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time
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Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes
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Its elementary. The elephants have entered the room.
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I venture to say we're the center of attention its true
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Not to mention back with a vengeance so heres the signal
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Of the bat symbol. The platinum trio's back on you hoes.
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So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
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Don¡¯t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
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O-oh o-oh, bitch3s hopping in my Tahoe
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Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got close
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Now where¡¯s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
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I noticed there¡¯s so many of them
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and there¡¯s really not that many of us.
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Ladies love us and my posse¡¯s kicking up dust.
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It¡¯s on till the break of dawn
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and we¡¯re starting this party from dusk
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Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
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They see that low rider go by there, like Oh my!
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You aint got to tell me why youre sick cuz I know why.
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I dip through in that six trey like sick em Dre.
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Im an itch that they cant scratch, theyre sick of me.
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But hey, what else can I say? I love LA.
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Cuz over and above all, its just another day
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And this one begins where the last one ends.
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Pick up where we left off and get smashed again.
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I'll be dammed, just f-cked around and crashed my Benz.
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Driving around with a smashed front end Lets cash that one in.
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Grab another one from out the stable
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The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Derado
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The hell if I know.
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Do I want leather seats or vinyl?
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Decisions, decision
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Garage looks like precision collision.Or maaco beats quake like Waco
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Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though
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So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
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Don¡¯t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
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O-oh o-oh, bitch3s hopping in my Tahoe
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Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got close
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Now where¡¯s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
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I noticed there¡¯s so many of them
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and there¡¯s really not that many of us.
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Ladies love us and my posse¡¯s kicking up dust.
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It¡¯s on till the break of dawn
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and we¡¯re starting this party from dusk
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And I take great pleasure in introducing: 50 Cent
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It's bottle after bottle
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The money aint a thang when you party with me
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Its what we into its simple
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We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe
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Im the napalm the bomb the don im king kong
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Get rolled on wrapped up and reigned on
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Im so calm through vietnam ring the alarm
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Bring the shaun dawn burn marajaun do what you want
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Nigga on and on till the break of what
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Get the paper man im caking you know i dont give a fuck
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I spend it like it dont mean nothing Blow it like its suposed to be blown
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Motherf-cker im grown
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I stunt i style i flash the shit
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I gets what the f-ck i want so what I trick
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Fat as- burgandy bags classy sh-t jimmy choos shoes
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I say move a bitch mov |