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Crack A Bottle Lyrics By Eminem Dr Dre 50 Cent

    eminem 50 cent
    oh ladies and gentlemen
    the moment you’ve all been waiting for
    in this corner weighing 75 pounds
    with a record of 7 rapes 400 assaults and 4 murders
    the undisputed most diabolical villain in the world
    slim shady let’s go

    eminem
    so crack a bottle let your body waddle
    don’t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
    ohoh ohoh bitches hoppin’ in my tahoe
    got one ridin’ shotgun and no not one of ’em got clothes
    now where’s the rubbers who’s 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 ’til the break of dawn and we’re starting this party from dusk

    interlude eminem
    okay let’s go

    eminem
    back with andre the giant mr elephant tusk
    fix your musk you’ll be just another one bit the dust
    just one of my mother’s 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
    fisticuffs the lady give her eightysome paper cuts
    now picture us it’s ridiculous you curse at the thought
    ’cause when i spit the 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

    eminem
    so crack a bottle let your body waddle
    don’t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
    ohoh ohoh bitches hoppin’ in my tahoe
    got one ridin’ shotgun and no not one of ’em got clothes
    now where’s the rubbers who’s 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 ’til the break of dawn and we’re starting this party from dusk

    break eminem
    ladies and gentlemen dr dre

    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 sixtrey 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
    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

    eminem
    so crack a bottle let your body waddle
    don’t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
    ohoh ohoh bitches hoppin’ in my tahoe
    got one ridin’ shotgun and no not one of ’em got clothes
    now where’s the rubbers who’s 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 ’til the break of dawn and we’re starting this party from dusk

    break eminem
    and i take great pleasure in ducing 50 cent

    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 chandon burn marijuan’ do what you want
    nigga on and on ’til 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 it’s supposed to be blown motherfucker i’m grown
    i stunt i style i flash the shit uh huh
    i gets what the fuck i want so what i trick yeah
    fatass birkin bags some classy shit haha
    jimmy choo shoes i say move a bitch move

    eminem
    so crack a bottle let your body waddle
    don’t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
    ohoh ohoh bitches hoppin’ in my tahoe
    got one ridin’ shotgun and no not one of ’em got clothes
    now where’s the rubbers who’s 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 ’til the break of dawn and we’re starting this party from dusk

    Artist: Eminem Dr Dre 50 Cent

    Year: 2009

    Decade: 00s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 518