Crack A Bottle

Eminem

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    Oooh!
    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 diabolic villain in the world
    Slim Shady!

    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 hopping in my Tahoe
    Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
    Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
    I noticed there's so many of them 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, OK. Let's Go!

    Back when Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk
    Picture us, you'll just be another one bit the dust
    Just one up my mother's son who got thrown under the bus
    Kiss my butt. Lick my 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
    Missed the cut. The lady give a (?) some paper cut
    Now picture us. It's ridiculous you curse at the thought
    Cuz when I spit the verse the **** gets worse and worcertshire
    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 same repetition is true
    Not to mention back with a vengeance and hit the signal
    Of the bat symbol. The platinum trio is back on you hoes

    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 hopping in my Tahoe
    Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
    Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
    I noticed there's so many of them 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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    Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre!

    They see that low rider go by there, 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 ****** around and crashed my Benz
    Driving around 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 Derado
    The hell if I know
    Do I want leather seats or vinyl?
    Decisions, decisions. Garage looks like precision collision
    Or maico 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
    Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
    Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
    Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
    I noticed there's so many of them 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 thang 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 marajuaun 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 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 gets what the fuck I want, so what I trick?
    Fat ass burgundy bags, classy shit
    Jimmy Cho 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
    Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
    Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
    Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
    I noticed there's so many of them 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

    Información de la canción

    Composición: A. Young, C. Jackson, D. Parker, M. Batson, T. Lawrence, J. Renard y M. Mathers

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