Crack A Bottle
Ooww Ladies and gentlemenThe 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 waddleDon't act like a snobby model you just hit the lottoO-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my TahoeGot one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothesNow where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?I notice there's so many of emAnd 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 dawnAnd we're starting this party from dusk
OK... let's go
Back wit Andre, the giant, mister elephant tuskFix your musk, you'll just be another one bit the dustJust one of my mothers son who got thrown under the busKiss my butt. Lick the fumunda cheese from under my nutsIt disgusts me to see the game the way that it looksIt'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 thoughtCause when I spit the verse the sh-tGets worse then Worcestershire sauceIf I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every timeEvery verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymesIt's elementary. The elephants have entered the room.I venture to say we're the center of attention it's trueNot to mention back with a vengeance so here's the signalOf the bat symbol. The platinum trio's back on you hoes.
[Chorus: Eminem]So crack a bottle, let your body waddleDon't act like a snobby model you just hit the lottoO-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my TahoeGot one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothesNow where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?I notice there's so many of emAnd 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 dawnAnd 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 dayAnd 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 endLets cash that one in.Grab another one from out the stableThe Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El DoradoThe hell if I know.Do I want leather seats or vinyl?Decisions, decisionsGarage looks like Precision Collision.Or Maaco beats quake like WacoJust keep the bass low speakers away from your face though
So crack a bottle, let your body waddleDon't act like a snobby model you just hit the lottoO-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my TahoeGot one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothesNow where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?I notice there's so many of emAnd 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 dawnAnd we're starting this party from dusk
And I take great pleasure in introducing: 50 Cent
[50 Cent]It's bottle after bottleThe money ain't a thing when you party with meIt's what we into it's simpleWe ball out of control like you wouldn't believeI'm the napalm the bomb the don I'm King KongGet rolled on wrapped up and reigned onI'm so calm through Vietnam ring the alarmBring the shaun dawn burn marajaun do what you wantNigga on and on till the break of whatGet the paper man I'm caking you know I don't give a fuckI spend it like it don't mean nothingBlow it like it's supposed to be blownMother fucker I'm grownI stunt I style I flash the shitI gets what the fuck I want so what I trickFat ass burgundy bags classy shit Jimmy Choos shoesI say move a bitch move
So crack a bottle, let your body waddleDon't act like a snobby model you just hit the lottoO-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my TahoeGot one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothesNow where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?I notice there's so many of emAnd 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 dawnAnd we're starting this party from dusk