Crack A Bottle Lyrics

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