Lyrics Crack a Bottle (single version).lrc Eminem, Dr. Dre & 50 Cent
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[ar: Eminem, Dr. Dre & 50 Cent]
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[ti: Crack a Bottle (single version)]
[length: 05:19]
[00:07.23]Oh, ladies and gentlemen
[00:12.01]The moment you’ve all been waiting for
[00:14.62]In this corner, weighing 175 pounds
[00:19.69]With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and four murders
[00:25.67]The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world
[00:29.35]Slim Shady!
[00:32.45]So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
[00:35.11]Don’t act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
[00:38.35]O-oh, o-oh, bitches hoppin’ in my Tahoe
[00:40.70]Got one ridin’ shotgun and no, not one of ’em got clothes
[00:44.58]Now, where’s the rubbers? Who’s got the rubbers?
[00:47.17]I noticed there’s so many of ’em
[00:49.39]And there’s really not that many of us
[00:52.24]And ladies love us, my posse’s kickin’ up dust
[00:54.28]It’s on ’til the break of dawn
[00:55.53]And we’re starting this party from dusk
[00:57.05](Okay, let’s go)
[00:59.86]Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk
[01:02.91]Fix your musk, you’ll be just another one bit the dust
[01:05.56]Just one of my mother’s sons who got thrown under the bus
[01:07.76]Kiss my butt, lick from unda cheese from under my nuts
[01:11.04]It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
[01:14.08]It’s a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed
[01:16.85]Bitches lust, man, they love me when I lay in the cut
[01:19.50]Fisticuffs, the lady give her eighty-some paper cuts
[01:22.52]Now picture us; it’s ridiculous, you curse at the thought
[01:25.54]’Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce
[01:28.18]If I could fit the words, it’s picture perfect, works every time
[01:30.86]Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes
[01:34.03]It’s elementary, the elephants have entered the room
[01:36.83]I venture to say we’re the center of attention, it’s true
[01:39.39]Not to mention back with a vengeance, so hence the signal
[01:42.56]Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio’s back on you hoes
[01:45.66]So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
[01:48.87]Don’t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
[01:51.42]O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
[01:53.72]Got one riding shotgun and no not one of ’em got clothes
[01:56.91]Now where’s the rubbers? Who’s got the rubbers?
[01:59.44]I notice there’s so many of ’em
[02:03.67]And there’s really not that many of us
[02:05.22]And ladies love us, my posse’s kicking up dust
[02:07.23]It’s on ’til the break of dawn
[02:08.34]And we’re starting this party from dusk
[02:10.22](Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre)
[02:12.68]They see that low rider go by, they’re like, “Oh my!”
[02:15.42]You ain’t got to tell me why you’re sick, ’cause I know why
[02:18.53]I dip through in that Six-Trey, like, “Sick ’em, Dre!”
[02:21.53]I’m an itch that they can’t scratch, they’re sick of me
[02:24.39]But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A.
[02:26.85]’Cause over and above all, it’s just another day
[02:29.99]And this one begins where the last one ends
[02:32.14]Pick up where we left off and get smashed again
[02:35.70]I’ll be damned, just fucked around and crashed my Benz
[02:38.07]Drivin’ ’round with a smashed front end, let’s cash that one in
[02:41.58]Grab another one from out the stable
[02:43.89]The Monte Carlo, El Camino, or the El Dorado?
[02:47.31]The hell if I know, do I want leather seats or vinyl?
[02:49.74]Decisions, decisions, garage looks like Precision Collision
[02:51.47]Or Maaco, beats quake like Waco
[02:55.86]Just keep the bass low, speakers away from your face though
[02:59.37]So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
[03:01.31]Don’t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
[03:03.04]O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
[03:06.72]Got one riding shotgun and no, not one of ’em got clothes
[03:09.78]Now where’s the rubbers? Who’s got the rubbers?
[03:12.52]I notice there’s so many of ’em
[03:14.16]And there’s really not that many of us
[03:16.38]And ladies love us, my posse’s kicking up dust
[03:18.04]It’s on ’til the break of dawn
[03:20.60]And we’re starting this party from dusk
[03:22.15](And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent!)
[03:25.47]It’s bottle after bottle
[03:27.72]The money ain’t a thang when you party with me
[03:30.78]It’s what we into, it’s simple
[03:33.48]We ball out of control like you wouldn’t believe
[03:36.99]I’m the napalm, the bomb, the Don, I’m King Kong
[03:39.71]Get rolled on, wrapped up and reigned on
[03:43.00]I’m so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarm
[03:45.22]Bring the Chandon, burn marijuan’, do what you want
[03:48.79]Nigga, on and on, ’til the break of what?
[03:51.56]Get the paper, man, I’m cakin’, you know I don’t give a fuck
[03:54.13]I spend it like it don’t mean nothin’
[03:56.24]Blow it like it’s supposed to be blown
[03:58.46]Motherfucker, I’m grown
[04:00.51]I stunt, I style, I flash the shit
[04:02.31]I gets what the fuck I want, so what I trick?
[04:04.34]Fat-ass Birkin bags, some classy shit
[04:09.11]Jimmy Choo shoes; I say, “Move”, a bitch move
[04:11.25]So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
[04:13.93]Don’t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
[04:17.37]O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
[04:19.01]Got one riding shotgun and no not one of ’em got clothes
[04:23.03]Now where’s the rubbers? Who’s got the rubbers?
[04:25.12]I notice there’s so many of ’em
[04:27.83]And there’s really not that many of us
[04:30.42]And ladies love us, my posse’s kicking up dust
[04:32.14]It’s on ’til the break of dawn
[04:34.28]And we’re starting this party from dusk
[04:36.31]Year of Release: 2009