| | Crack A Bottle (featuring Dr. Dre & 50 Cent) Lyrics Artist(Band):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 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! If you find some error in Crack A Bottle (featuring Dr. Dre & 50 Cent) Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to Ben Ten for submitting the lyrics. Review the song Crack A Bottle (featuring Dr. Dre & 50 Cent) The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Eminem" Music | |
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