Oooh! Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting forIn this corner, weighing 175 pounds, with a record of 17 rapes400 assaults, and 4 murders, the undisputed, most diabolicalVillain in the world, Slim Shady!So crack a bottle, let your body waddleDon't act like a snobby modelYou just hit the lottoUh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my TahoeGot one riding shotgun and no not one of them got glovesNow where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?I noticed there's so many of themAnd there's really not that many of usLadies love us and my posse's kicking up dustIt's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from duskOk, let's goBack when Andre, the giant, mister elephant tuskPicture us, you'll just be another one bit the dustJust one up my mother's son who got thrown under the busKiss my butt, lick my wonder cheese from under my nutsIt disgusts me to see the game the way that it looksIt's a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushedBitches lust, man they love me when I'm laying the cutMissed the cut, the lady give a eighty some paper cutNow picture us, it's ridiculous you curse at the thoughtCuz when I spit the verse the shitGets worse than Worcestershire sauceIf I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every timeEvery verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymesIt's elementary, the elephants have entered the roomI venture to say with the center of attention its trueNot to mention back with a vengeance and hit the signalOf the bat symbol, the platinum trio is back on you hoesSo crack a bottle, let your body waddleDon't act like a snobby modelYou just hit the lottoUh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my TahoeGot one riding shotgun and no not one of them got glovesNow where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?I noticed there's so many of themAnd there's really not that many of usAnd ladies love us and my posse's kicking up dustIt's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from duskLadies and gentlemen, Dr. DreThey see that low rider go by they're like "Oh my!"You ain't got to tell me why you're sick cuz I know whyI dip through in that six trey like sick 'em DreI'm an itch that they can't scratch, they're sick of meBut hey, what else can I say? I love LACuz over and above all, it's just another dayAnd this one begins where the last one endsPick up where we left off and get smashed againI'll be dammed, just fucked around and crashed my BenzDriving around with a smashed front endLet's cash that one inGrab another one from out the stableThe Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El DoradoThe hell if I knowDo I want leather seats or vinyl?Decisions, decisions, garage looks like Precision CollisionOr Maico beats quake like WacoJust keep the bass low, speakers away from your face thoughSo crack a bottle, let your body waddleDon't act like a snobby modelYou just hit the lottoUh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my TahoeGot one riding shotgun and no not one of them got glovesNow where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?I noticed there's so many of themAnd there's really not that many of usAnd ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dustIt's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from duskAnd I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 CentIt's bottle after bottleThe money ain't a thang when you party with meIts what we into, it's simpleWe ball out of control like you wouldn't believeI'm the napalm, the bomb, the Don, I'm King KongGet rolled on, wrapped up and reigned onI'm so calm through Vietnam, ring the alarmBring the Chandon, burn marajauan do what you wantNigga on and on till the break of whatGet the paper man I'm caking you know I don't give a fuckI spend it like it don't mean nothingBlow it like its supposed to be blownMotherfucker I'm grownI stunt I style I flash the shitI gets what the fuck I want, so what I trick?Fat ass burgundy bags, classy shitJimmy Cho shoes I say move a bitch moveSo crack a bottle, let your body waddleDon't act like a snobby modelYou just hit the lottoUh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my TahoeGot one riding shotgun and no not one of them got glovesNow where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?I noticed there's so many of themAnd there's really not that many of usAnd ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dustIt's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk