Eminem - Crack a Bottle (Single Version) lyrics

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Eminem - Crack a Bottle (Single Version) lyrics

Eminem Oh! Ladies and gentlemen The moment you've all been waiting for... In this corner: weighing 175 pounds, With a record of 17 rapes, 400 a**aults and 4 murders The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world: Slim Shady! 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 hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk Ok! Let's go! Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk Fix your musk, you'll be just another one bit the dust Just one of my mother's sons who got thrown under the bus Kiss my bu*t, lick frumunda cheese from under my nuts It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks It's a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed b**hes lust, man they love me when I lay in the cut Fist the cup, the lady give her eighty some paper cut Now picture us, it's ridiculous, you curse at the thought 'Cause when I spit the verse the sh** gets worse than Worcestershire sauce 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 center of attention, "It's true" Not to mention back with a vengeance so here's the signal Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you hoes 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 hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of 'em got clothes Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us And ladies love us, 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! Dr. Dre They see that low rider go by, they like, "Oh, my!" You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know why I dip through in that six tre 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 L.A. 'Cause 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 'round 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 Dorado 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 Eminem 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 hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk And I take great pleasure in introducing... 50 Cent! 50 Cent It's bottle after bottle The money ain't a thang when you party with me It's what we into, it's simple We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe I'm the napalm, the bomb, the Don, I'm King Kong Get rolled on, wrapped up and reigned on I'm so calm through Vietnam, ring the alarm Bring the Chandon, burn marajaun do what you want n***a on and on till the break of what? Get the paper man I'm caking you know I don't give a f** I spend it like it don't mean nothing Blow it like it's supposed to be blown, Maf**er, I'm grown I stunt, I style, I flash the sh** I gets what the f** I want, so what? I trick Fat a**, burgundy bags, cla**y sh** Jimmy Choo shoes, I say, "Move a-b**h, move" Eminem 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 hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk