Letra Crack a bottle Eminem

Crack a bottle

(feat. Dr. Dre & 50 Cent)

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 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... let's go

[Eminem:]
Back when Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk
Fix your must, you'll just be another one bit the dust
Just one up my mothers son who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt. Lick from under 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.
Fist the cut. The lady give her eighty some paper cut.
Now picture us. It's ridiculous you curse at the thought
Cause when I spit the verse the shit
Gets worse and worse cause your soft
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 it's true
Not to mention back with a vengeance so heres 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 gloves
Now wheres 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 posses kicking up dust.
It's on till the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk.

Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre

[Dr Dre:]
They see that low rider go by there, like Oh my!
You ain't got to tell me why you're sick cause 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.
Cause 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 Derado
The hell if I know.
Do I want leather seats or vinyl?
Decisions, decision
Garage looks like precision collision.
Or maico beats quake like Waco
Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though

[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 gloves
Now wheres 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 posses kicking up dust.
It's on till the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk.

And I take great pleasure in introducing: 50 Cent

[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 shaun dawn burn marajaun 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 suposed 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 burgandy bags classy shit jimmy cho shoes
I say move a bitch move

[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 gloves
Now wheres 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 posses kicking up dust.
It's on till the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk