50 Cent - Crack a Bottle (Original Demo) lyrics

[Intro] Oooh! Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for In this corner, weighing 175 pounds, with a record of 17 rapes, 400 Assaults, and 4 murders The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world, Slim Shady! [Chorus] So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model You just hit the lotto Uh oh uh oh, b**hes hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us And ladies love us and my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk Ladies and gentlemen, Dr Dre [Verse One] They see that low rider go by there, like "Oh my!" You ain't got to tell me why you're sick cuz I know why I dip through in that six trey like sick 'em Dre I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they're sick of me But hey, what else can I say? I love LA Cuz over and above all, it's just another day And this one begins where the last one ends Pick up where we left off and get smashed again I'll be damned, just f**ed around and crashed my Benz Driving around with a smashed front end Let's cash that one in Grab another one from out the stable The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Derado The hell if I know Do I want leather seats or vinyl Decisions, decisions garage looks like precision collision Or maico beats quake like Waco Just keep the ba** low speakers away from your face though [Chorus] [Verse Two] Back when Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk Picture us, you'll just be another one bit the dust Just one of my mother's son who got thrown under the bus Kiss my bu*t lick my wonder cheese from under my nuts They disgust, me to see the game the way that it looks It's a must, I redeem my name n haters get murked b**hes lust man they love me when I lay in the cut Missed the cut the lady give a raidy some paper cut Now picture us It's ridiculous you curse at the thought Cuz when I spit the verse the sh** gets worse and worse cause your soft If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes It's elementary the elephants have entered the room I venture to say with the same repetition is true Not to mention back with a vengeance, so here's the signal Of the bat symbol The platinum dude is back on you hoes [Chorus] [Verse Three] It's sorta like pourin' Draino down a live volcano You never know what'll happen next, it may blow Same thing happens to the beats when Dre blows I talk sh**, but my dick's long as my payroll I get a** like a ball player, but I'm a boss player Pimpin' hoes from here to Australia Till I get heart failure Look at ya half of ya'll, all scared Other half, hands up in the air, like "Awww yeah" This is our year, this is what you call sheer talent But I think at this point it's just obvious Fierce, they say my music's good for all queers Cuz I make your ear ring, get it?, piercin' all ears Call us the Mafia, we got the f**ing mob here Gimme the hate and I'll feed off of ya's all year sh**, I'm just doing my job here You don't want no problem, do ya? f** it, I'll even crack a bottle for ya [Chorus]