Crack A Bottle feat.Dr.Dre & 50 Cent

Ohhh! 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 ridin' shotgun and no not one of ‘em got clothes now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of ‘em and there's really not that many of us and ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust it's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk... ok... let's go! Back with Andre the Giant mister elephant tusk fix your musk, you'll be just another one bit the dust just one of, my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus kiss my butt, lick fromunda 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 lay in the cut fisticuff, the lady give her eighty-some paper cuts 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, it's 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 hence 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 ridin' shotgun and no not one of ‘em got clothes now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of ‘em and there's really not that many of us and ladies love us, my posse's kickin' 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 drivin ‘round 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 ridin' shotgun and no not one of ‘em got clothes now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of ‘em and there's really not that many of us and ladies love us, my posse's kickin' 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, 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 Chandon burn marijuan do what you want nigga, on and on, till the break of what? Get the paper man I'm cakin', you know I don't give a fuck I spend it like it don't mean nothin', blow it like its supposed to be blown motherfucker I'm grown I stunt I style I flash the shit I do what the fuck I want so what I trick fat-ass Birkin bags, classy shit Jimmy Choo 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 ridin' shotgun and no not one of ‘em got clothes now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of ‘em and there's really not that many of us and ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust it's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk...