Crack A Bottle Lyrics

Crack A Bottle lyrics

Ooww 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!



Chorus : Eminem

So crack a bottle,
let your body waddle

Don’t act like a snobby model you just hit the
lotto

O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe

Got one riding shotgun
and no not one of them got close

Now where’s the rubbers? Whose got the
rubbers?

I notice 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 wit Andre, the giant,
mister elephant tusk

Fix your mugs, you’ll just be another one bit the
dust

Just one of my mothers son 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

Its a must I redeem my name n haters get
mushed.

Bitch3s 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. Its
ridiculous you curse at the thought

Cuz when I spit the verse the
sh-t

gets worse then worcestershire sauce

If I could fit the words
as picture perfect, works every time

Every verse, every line, as simple
as nursery rhymes

Its elementary. The elephants have entered the
room.

I venture to say we're the center of attention its 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.







Chorus :
Eminem

So crack a bottle, let your body waddle

Don’t act like a
snobby model you just hit the lotto

O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my
Tahoe

Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes

Now
where’s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?

I know 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



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 cant 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 dammed, just f*cked 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

O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping
in my Tahoe

Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes

Now where’s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?

I know 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 thing when you party with me

Its what we into its
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
shaun dawn burn marajaun do what you want

Nigga on and on till the break
of what

Get the paper man im caking you know i don't give a f-ck

I
spend it like it don't mean nothing

Blow it like its supposed to be
blown

Mother fucker I'm grown

I stunt i style i flash the sh-t

I gets what the fuck I want so what I trick

Fat as- burgundy bags
classy shit Jimmy Choos 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

O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe

Got
one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes

Now where’s the
rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?

I know 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