EMINEM, DR. DRE, 50 CENT – Crack A Bottle Chords and Tabs for Guitar and Piano

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This song is from the album Relapse: Refill(2009), released on 02 February 2009. The vocals are by Eminem, Dr. Dre, And 50 Cent ,Eminem, Dr. Dre, 50 Cent, the music is produced by Dr. Dre,Dr. Dre, and the lyrics are written by Dr. Dre, 50 Cent , Eminem,Dr. Dre, 50 Cent , Eminem.
This song is originally in the key of C# Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 84 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.

 
Original Key: C# Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 84
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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 [INTRO]


 . 
  A    G#        C#m 
 Oh! Ladies and gentlemen

 The moment you've all been waiting for
   A             G#         C#m 
 In this corner, weighing 175 pounds
                   A       G#          C#m
 With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and Four murders
          A             G#                       C#m 
 The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world
     C#m
 Slim Shady! (Let's go!)
 
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 [CHORUS] 
   A                  G# 
 So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
       C#m 
 Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
  A                      G# 
 Oh oh, oh oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
  C#m 
 Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes

 A                               G# 
 Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
           C#m 
 I noticed there's so many of 'em
  C#m 
 And there's really not that many of us
  A                      G# 
 And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
      C#m 
 It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk
   C#m
 Okay, let's go!

 [VERSE] 
            A                     G# 
 Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk
            C#m 
 Fix your musk, you'll be just another one bit the dust
           A                                    G# 
 Just one of my mother's sons who got thrown under the bus
         C#m 
 Kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts

          A                           G# 
 It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
         C#m 
 It's a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed
          A                               G#
 Bitches lust, man, they love me when I lay in the cut
      C#m 
 Fisticuffs, the lady give her eighty some paper cuts

            A                           G# 
 Now picture us; it's ridiculous, you curse at the thought
               C#m 
 'Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce
            A                                    G# 
 If I could fit the words, it's picture perfect, works every time
         C#m 
 Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes

           A                          G# 
 It's elementary, the elephants have entered the room
           C#m 
 I venture to say we're the center of attention, it's true
          A                               G# 
 Not to mention back with a vengeance, so hence the signal
         C#m 
 Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you hoes
 
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 [CHORUS] 
   A                  G# 
 So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
       C#m 
 Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
  A                      G# 
 Oh oh, oh oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
  C#m 
 Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes

 A                               G# 
 Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
           C#m 
 I noticed there's so many of 'em
  C#m 
 And there's really not that many of us
  A                      G# 
 And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
      C#m 
 It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk
 
 Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre!

 [VERSE] 
    A                        G# 
 They see that low rider go by, they're like, "Oh my!"
   C#m 
 You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know why
  A                          G# 
 I dip through in that Six Trey like, "Sick 'em, Dre!"
  C#m 
 I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they're sick of me

 A                         G# 
 But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A.
       C#m 
 'Cause over and above all, it's just another day
   A                            G# 
 And this one begins where the last one ends
            C#m 
 Pick up where we left off and get smashed again

           A                             G#
 I'll be damned, just fucked around and crashed my Benz
           C#m 
 Drivin' 'round with a smashed front end, let's cash that one in
   A                   G# 
 Grab another one from out the stable
            C#m 
 The Monte Carlo, El Camino, or the El Dorado?

              A                          G# 
 The hell if I know, do I want leather seats or vinyl?
       C#m 
 Decisions, decisions, garage looks like Precision Collision
  A                G# 
 Or Maaco, beats quake like Waco
      C#m 
 Just keep the bass low, speakers away from your face though

 [CHORUS] 
 A                   G# 
 So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
        C#m 
 Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
 A                       G#
 Oh oh, oh oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
   C#m 
 Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes

 A                               G# 
 Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
             C#m 
 I noticed there's so many of 'em
  C#m
 And there's really not that many of us
 A                     G# 
 And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
     C#m 
 It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk
 
    C#m 
 And I take great pleasure in introducing 50 Cent!

 [VERSE] 
    A                 G#
 It's bottle after bottle
      C#m 
 The money ain't a thing when you party with me
               A           G# 
 It's what we into, it's simple
      C#m 
 We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe

          A                     G# 
 I'm the napalm, the bomb, the Don, I'm King Kong
     C#m
 Get rolled on, wrapped up, and reigned on
    A                      G#
 I'm so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarm
    C#m 
 Bring the Chandon, burn marijuan', do what you want

        A         G# 
 Nigga, on and on 'til the break of what?
   C#m 
 Get the paper, man, I'm cakin', you know I don't give a fuck
    A                          G# 
 I spend it like it don't mean nothin'
                  C#m 
 Blow it like it's supposed to be blown, motherfucker, I'm grown

 A                   G# 
 I stunt, I style, I flash the shit (Uh huh)
       C#m
 I gets what the fuck I want, so what I trick? (Yeah)
  A                        G# 
 Fat ass Birkin bags, some classy shit (Haha)
       C#m
 Jimmy Choo shoes; I say, "Move," a bitch move

 [CHORUS] 
 A                   G# 
 So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
       C#m 
 Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
 A                      G# 
 Oh oh, oh oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
  C#m 
 Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes

 A                                G#
 Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
           C#m 
 I noticed there's so many of 'em
  C#m 
 And there's really not that many of us
      A                 G# 
 And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
      C#m
 It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk

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