????????? Crack A Bottle – Eminem

???? : Crack A Bottle

?????? : Eminem

????????? :

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 diabolical

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? Who’s 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, 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 and haters get mushed

Bitches lust, man they love me when I’m laying the cut

Missed the cut, the lady give a eighty some paper cut

Now picture us, it’s ridiculous you curse at the thought

Cuz 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 its 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? Who’s got the rubbers?

I noticed there’s so many of them and there’s really not that many of us

And 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

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 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 fucked 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 Dorado

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? Who’s got the rubbers?

I noticed there’s so many of them and there’s really not that many of us

And ladies love us, 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

Its 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 marajauan 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 its 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? Who’s got the rubbers?

I noticed there’s so many of them and there’s really not that many of us

And ladies love us, 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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