Crack A Bottle (featuring Dr. Dre & 50 Cent) Lyrics - Eminem

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[Eminem]
Oh! (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!

[Chorus: 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, 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 notice there’s so many of ‘em and there’s really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posses kickin’ up dust
It’s on ‘til the break of dawn and we’re startin’ this party from dusk!

[Eminem]
OK! Let’s go!

[Verse One: Eminem]
Back with Andre the Giant, Mister Elephant Tusk
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Fix your musk, you’ll be just another one bit the dust
Just one up, my mother’s sons 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 and haters get mushed
Bitches lust, man they love me when I lay in the cut
Missed the cup. The lady gave her 80 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 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 is 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
Uh oh, uh 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 notice there’s so many of ‘em and there’s really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posses kickin’ up dust
It’s on ‘til the break of dawn and we’re startin’ this party from dusk!

[Eminem]
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre!

[Verse Two: Dr. Dre]
They see that low rider go by, they’re like, “Oh my!”
You ain’t got to tell me why you 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 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 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

[Chorus: 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, 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 notice there’s so many of ‘em and there’s really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posses kickin’ up dust
It’s on ‘til the break of dawn and we’re startin’ this party from dusk!

[Eminem]
And I take great pleasure in introducing…50 Cent!

[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
It’s bottle, after bottle
The money ain’t a thing when you party wit’ me
It’s what we in to, it’s simple
We ball outta control like you wouldn’t believe
I’m the Napalm, the bomb, the don, I’m King Kong
Get rolled on, wrapped up and rained on
I’m so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarm
Bring the Chandon, burn marijuana, 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 nothing
Blow it like it’s supposed to be blown
Motherfucker, I’m grown
I stunt, I style, I flash the shit
I get just what the fuck I want, so what I trick
Fat ass, burgundy bags, classy shit
Jimmy Choo shoes, I say “Move”, a bitch move

[Chorus: 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, 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 notice there’s so many of ‘em and there’s really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posses kickin’ up dust
It’s on ‘til the break of dawn and we’re startin’ this party from dusk!







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