Chords for Eminem - Celebrity (Ft. Lloyd Banks & Akon) (2010) (HQ)

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_ _ _ I [G#] ain't even homely talkin' about me Fuck off my head if I'm talkin' about free
Nigga free don't pay the bills, ballin' [C#m] all out big
These rappers don't know me, nah I ain't shit homie
If your name ain't M, Ferrari or Pony I make my wheel cloney, my Bentley, my Roley
My Magna, my 40, South Jamaica shorty
This horse is a tip in the gut, yo The work still here, I'm just cookin' it up slow
Clearing my mind, and whipping the truck low My pop dead, but he lived through a sun glow
If rap ain't work, I be pimping on some blow Still eating lobster and shrimp in the bunglow
I'm back like crack over the drum blow You know, wherever I go, the gun glow
We on the run, all the time Ain't about to let a nigga come and snatch mine
I keep a line, just see the shine I might just let your ass climb this time
While I get this paper, yeah _ Paper
While I get this paper, yeah Paper
Cause I'm a celebrity, I don't need none of your
Yeah, I'm a celebrity, keep your podcast on
No celebrity, check your face now, now
No celebrity, ain't no fuckin' celebrity
Media attention, popularity is pressure
Porsche, Panorama, platinum hammer
Through the neck of record, both up and tough
That inner city glamour, step your jewels up
They cruise numb, I sparkle for the king
Realities were closing and holding them back
From opening [G#] verbal attack
All over these niggas, push the hurdle to the back
I'm the kind that they prey on, spending half of their day on
They on niggas for days, the shots spraying
My sound system knocking and pounding
Two cop, six four jumping like the ground
Two cop, they spot me and chase a nigga down
Two cop, two shots in the air for [C#m] niggas that ain't there
Two tone, two y'all, great top, roof floor
Green and white, blue law, in and out of new order
Break, make you soar, lose a paparazzi flash
Tryna snap a picture, do your mind's a body glass
We on the grind, all the time
Ain't minding that nigga coming snatch mine
I keep an eye, to see the shine
I might just let your ass slide this time
While I get this paper, _ _ yeah Paper
While I get this paper, yeah Paper
_ Cause I'm a celebrity, I don't need honey
Let a celebrity, keep you pockets full
I'm a celebrity, shake your feet, smile more
Let a celebrity, ain't nothing changed
There are enough insults in my head
To fill up a square jar
And have it overflowing, so don't get me going
Don't dare start, you'll never see me again
Amelia Earhart, I'm popping a wheelie
Off to a really unfair start
A pass grindin' for me, guess I'll just be grounded up
Like ground round or a pound of chalk
Tightly ground as fuck, till the fire marshals come shot
Fire marshal, count em up
I suggest you better shut the fuck up
And stop walking around in [C#m] dark
I ain't playing this time, I told you I'm out for [G#] blood
So to say I keep it 100 would probably sound redundant
Like calling a bitch a hoe
Or asking a gal to suck
And blowing your dick cock
[C#m] Cause she up to screwing down the fuck
It's a man's world and I'm trapped in a land of smut
With a thousand sluts, rapid muscles
Running to a house or mutts
Other words, I'm shutting every one of you bitches' mouths
And I'm watching my language
If I tell you to kiss my fucking butt
And they said change my shit, still don't stink
Play [G#] out my thoughts
May have gotten stale ever since I became a trailer
Park celebrity, maybe my complexion became a little paler
Posted job, my white trash, I'm a garbage pail
Kid sailor, yeah
You see me, I ballin' you bitch, it means I'm a raper
All I got for these hoes is tic-toc tape and a stapler
So bitch, you better look for table scraps to scrape up
I don't subscribe to the news or the free press
But homie, I get the paper _