Eminem, 50 Cent, Dr. Dre - Crack a Bottle lyrics
Eminem [Marshall Bruce Mathers III] Detroit, Michigan. U.S.
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[Eminem, 50 Cent, Dr. Dre - Crack a Bottle lyrics]
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 assaults
And 4 murders the undisputed
Most diabolical villain in the world
Slim Shady! (Let's go)
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model
You just hit the lotto
Oh oh, oh oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' 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 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us
My posse's kickin' up dust
It's on 'til the break of dawn and
We're starting this party from dusk
Okay, 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 butt
Lick fromunda 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
Bitches lust, man
They love me when I lay in the cut
Fisticuffs, the lady give her
Eighty-some paper cuts
Now picture us it's ridiculous
You curse at the thought
'Cause when I spit the verse the
Shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce
If I could fit the
Words, it's 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 hence 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
Oh oh, oh oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' 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 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us
My posse's kickin' up dust
It's on 'til 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 '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 fucked around and crashed my Benz
Drivin' '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 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
Oh oh, oh oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' 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 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us
My posse's kickin' up dust
It's on 'til 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 Chandon, burn marijuan'
Do what you want
Nigga, on and on 'til the break of what?
Get the paper, man, I'm cakin'
You know I don't give a fuck
I spend it like it don't mean nothin'
Blow it like it's supposed
To be blown, motherfucker, i'm grown
I stunt, I style, I flash the shit (Uh, huh)
I gets what the fuck I want, so what I trick?
(yeah)
Fat-ass Birkin bags, some classy shit (Haha)
Jimmy Choo 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
Oh oh, oh oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' 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 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us
My posse's kickin' up dust
It's on 'til the break of dawn and
We're starting this party from dusk
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! (Let's go)
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model
You just hit the lotto
Oh oh, oh oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' 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 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us
My posse's kickin' up dust
It's on 'til the break of dawn and
We're starting this party from dusk
Okay, 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 butt
Lick fromunda 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
Bitches lust, man
They love me when I lay in the cut
Fisticuffs, the lady give her
Eighty-some paper cuts
Now picture us it's ridiculous
You curse at the thought
'Cause when I spit the verse the
Shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce
If I could fit the
Words, it's 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 hence 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
Oh oh, oh oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' 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 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us
My posse's kickin' up dust
It's on 'til 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 '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 fucked around and crashed my Benz
Drivin' '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 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
Oh oh, oh oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' 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 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us
My posse's kickin' up dust
It's on 'til 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 Chandon, burn marijuan'
Do what you want
Nigga, on and on 'til the break of what?
Get the paper, man, I'm cakin'
You know I don't give a fuck
I spend it like it don't mean nothin'
Blow it like it's supposed
To be blown, motherfucker, i'm grown
I stunt, I style, I flash the shit (Uh, huh)
I gets what the fuck I want, so what I trick?
(yeah)
Fat-ass Birkin bags, some classy shit (Haha)
Jimmy Choo 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
Oh oh, oh oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' 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 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us
My posse's kickin' up dust
It's on 'til the break of dawn and
We're starting this party from dusk
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