[00:00.00] 作曲 : Andre Young/Dawaun Parker/Marshall Mathers/Trevor Lawrence/Curtis Jackson/Mark Batson
[00:03.17]Ooww Ladies and gentlemen
[00:08.57]The moment you’ve all been waiting for
[00:11.26]In this corner : weighing 175 pounds
[00:14.24]
[00:16.61]with a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders
[00:22.11]the undisputed, most diabolic villain in the world :
[00:27.56]Slim Shady!
[00:30.45]So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
[00:32.25]Don’t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
[00:36.31]O-oh o-oh, bitch3s hopping in my Tahoe
[00:38.56]Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
[00:41.88]Now where’s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
[00:44.13]I noticed there’s so many of them
[00:46.13]and there’s really not that many of us.
[00:48.13]Ladies love us and my posse’s kicking up dust.
[00:50.81]It’s on till the break of dawn
[00:52.69]and we’re starting this party from dusk
[00:55.69]Ok … let’s go
[00:57.19]Back when Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk
[00:59.13]Fix your must, you’ll just be another one bit the dust
[01:02.38]Just one up my mothers son who got thrown under the bus
[01:05.19]Kiss my butt. Lick from under cheese from under my nuts
[01:07.94]It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
[01:11.38]Its a must I redeem my name n haters get mushed.
[01:13.64]Bitch3s lust. Man they love me when I lay in the cut.
[01:17.25]Fist the cut. The lady give her eighty some paper cut.
[01:20.13]Now picture us. Its ridiculous you curse at the thought
[01:22.52]Cuz when I spit the verse the sh-t
[01:24.46]gets worse then worcestershire sauce
[01:25.83]If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time
[01:28.83]Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes
[01:29.79]Its elementary. The elephants have entered the room.
[01:34.11]I venture to say with the center of attention its true
[01:35.73]Not to mention back with a vengeance so here’s the signal
[01:38.98]Of the bat symbol. The platinum trio’s back on you hoes.
[01:42.61]Eminem
[01:43.24]So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
[01:45.04]Don’t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
[01:48.42]O-oh o-oh, bitch3s hopping in my Tahoe
[01:51.30]Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
[01:54.48]Now where’s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
[01:56.67]I noticed there’s so many of them
[01:58.92]and there’s really not that many of us.
[02:01.36]Ladies love us and my posse’s kicking up dust.
[02:03.73]It’s on till the break of dawn
[02:06.55]and we’re starting this party from dusk
[02:10.99]Ok … let’s go
[02:12.48]Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
[02:12.48]Chorus
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[02:13.36]Dr Dre
[02:13.98]They see that low rider go by there, like Oh my!
[02:15.36]You ain’t got to tell me why you’re sick cuz I know why.
[02:17.23]I dip through in that six trey like sick em Dre.
[02:19.80]I’m an itch that they cant scratch, they’re sick of me.
[02:22.18]But hey, what else can I say? I love LA.
[02:25.99]Cuz over and above all, its just another day
[02:27.74]And this one begins where the last one ends.
[02:29.67]Pick up where we left off and get smashed again.
[02:31.99]I’ll be dammed, just f*cked around and crashed my Benz.
[02:35.11]Driving around with a smashed front end
[02:37.24]Lets cash that one in.
[02:38.74]Grab another one from out the stable
[02:40.36]The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado
[02:43.30]The hell if I know.
[02:45.00]Do I want leather seats or vinyl?
[02:46.99]Decisions, decision
[02:47.50]Garage looks like precision collision.
[02:49.55]Or maico beats quake like Waco
[02:52.42]Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though
[02:55.74]Chorus
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[03:00.53]And I take great pleasure in introducing: 50 Cent
[03:01.84]50 Cent
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[03:27.11]It’s bottle after bottle
[03:28.23]The money ain’t a thang when you party with me
[03:29.98]Its what we into its simple
[03:31.61]We ball out of control like you wouldn’t believe
[03:33.79]I’m the napalm the bomb the don i’m King Kong
[03:37.37]Get rolled on wrapped up and reigned on
[03:39.67]I’m so calm through Vietnam ring the alarm
[03:42.36]Bring the shaun dawn burn marajauan do what you want
[03:45.38]Nigga on and on till the break of what
[03:48.56]Get the paper man i’m caking you know i don’t give a f*ck
[03:52.12]I spend it like it don’t mean nothing
[03:54.31]Blow it like its supposed to be blown
[03:56.44]Motherf*cker i’m grown
[03:58.12]I stunt i style i flash the sh-t
[04:00.00]I gets what the f*ck i want so what I trick
[04:02.94]Fat ass burgundy bags classy sh-t Jimmy Cho shoes
[04:05.88]I say move a bitch move