Crack A Bottle - Album Version (Edited) - Eminem, 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 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

O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping 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 notice there's so many of 'em

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

OK... let's go

Back wit Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk

Fix your musk, 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 fumunda 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 cup. The lady gave 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 then 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

O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping 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 notice there's so many of 'em

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 '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 damned, 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 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 'em got clothes

Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?

I notice there's so many of 'em

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

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

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 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 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 'em got clothes

Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?

I notice there's so many of 'em

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