Eminem - Crack A Bottle lyrics

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Eminem - Crack A Bottle lyrics

Ooww 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! [Chorus — Eminem:] So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto O-oh o-oh, b**hes hopping 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 notice there's so many of 'em 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 OK... let's go Back wit Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk Fix your musk, you'll just be another one bit the dust Just one of my mothers son who got thrown under the bus Kiss my bu*t. Lick the fumunda 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 'n' haters get mushed. b**hes lust. Man, they love me when I lay in the cut. Fist the cup. The lady gave 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 then 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 we're 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. [Chorus — Eminem:] So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto O-oh o-oh, b**hes hopping 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 notice there's so many of 'em 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 [Dr. Dre] They see that low rider go by, they're, like, "Oh, my!" You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause 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. '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 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 Dorado The hell if I know. Do I want leather seats or vinyl? Decisions, decisions Garage looks like Precision Collision. Or Maaco beats quake like Waco Just keep the ba** low speakers away from your face though So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto O-oh o-oh, b**hes hopping 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 notice there's so many of 'em 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 And I take great pleasure in introducing: 50 Cent [50 Cent] It's bottle after bottle The money ain't a thing 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 shaun dawn, 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 Motherf**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 Choos shoes I say move a b**h move So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto O-oh o-oh, b**hes hopping 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 notice there's so many of 'em 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