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 assaults, 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, bitches hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got close Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers? I notice there's so many of em And there's really not that many of us. 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 butt. Lick the wonder 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. Bitches 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 Cuz when I spit the verse the sh-t 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, bitches hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothes Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers? I notice there's so many of em And there's really not that many of us. 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 They see that low rider go by they're, 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 dammed, just f*cked around and crashed my Benz. Driving around with a smashed front end Lets 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 bass 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, bitches hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothes Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers? I notice there's so many of em And there's really not that many of us. 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 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 Nigga on and on till the break of what Get the paper man I'm caking you know I don't give a f-ck I spend it like it don't mean nothing Blow it like it's supposed to be blown Mother fucker I'm grown I stunt I style I flash the sh-t I gets what the fuck I want so what I trick Fat as- burgundy bags classy shit Jimmy Choos shoes I say move a bitch 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, bitches hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothes Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers? I notice there's so many of em And there's really not that many of us. 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
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