- Crack a Bottle

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November 12, 2015

Lyrics

Eeeeeeeaahhh! 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
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 riding shotgun
and no not one of 'em got clothes.
Now where's the rubbers?
Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of 'em and
there's really not that many of us.

And ladies love us my posse's kickin' 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.
Fix ya must, you'll be just another one bit the dust .
Just one of, my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus.
Kiss my butt, Lick Fromunda 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.
Fist the cup, the lady give her 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 we're 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's 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 hoppin' in my Tahoe
got one riding shotgun

and no not one of 'em got clothes.
Now where's the rubbers?

Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of 'em and

there's really not that many of us.

And ladies love us my posse's kickin' 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 aint 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, its 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
Driving around with a smashed front end
Lets 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.
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 riding shotgun
and no not one of 'em got clothes.
Now where's the rubbers?

Who's got the rubbers?

I noticed there's so many of 'em and
there's really not that many of us.
And ladies love us my posse's kickin' 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 aint 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 Sean Don burn marajuan' 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 Birkin bags classy shit, Jimmy Choo 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 hoppin' in my Tahoe
got one riding shotgun
and no not one of 'em got clothes.
Now where's the rubbers?
Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of 'em and
there's really not that many of us.
And ladies love us my posse's kickin' up dust
it's on till the break of dawn
and we're starting this party from dusk.

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