Official Lyrics: Eminem – Crack A Bottle ft Dr. Dre, & 50 Cent

Eminem - Crack A Bottle ft Dr. Dre, & 50 Cent
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EminemDrDre and 50 Cent drops with a new song “Crack A Bottle” into the music section with an impressive smash song dubbed “Crack a bottle”.

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Eminem – Crack A Bottle ft Dr. Dre, & 50 Cent Lyrics

Oh, ladies and gentlemenThe moment you’ve all been waiting forIn this corner, weighing 175 poundsWith a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and four murdersThe undisputed, most diabolical villain in the worldSlim Shady!
So crack a bottle, let your body waddleDon’t act like a snobby model, you just hit the lottoO-oh, o-oh, bitches hoppin’ in my TahoeGot 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 ’emAnd there’s really not that many of usAnd ladies love us, my posse’s kickin’ up dustIt’s on ’til the break of dawnAnd we’re starting this party from dusk
Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant TuskFix your musk, you’ll be just another one bit the dustJust one of my mother’s sons who got thrown under the busKiss my butt, lick from unda cheese from under my nuts
It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looksIt’s a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushedBitches lust, man, they love me when I lay in the cutFisticuffs, the lady give her eighty-some paper cuts
Now picture us; it’s ridiculous, you curse at the thought‘Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauceIf I could fit the words, it’s picture perfect, works every timeEvery verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes
It’s elementary, the elephants have entered the roomI venture to say we’re the center of attention, it’s trueNot to mention back with a vengeance, so hence the signalOf the bat symbol, the platinum trio’s back on you hoes
So crack a bottle, let your body waddleDon’t act like a snobby model you just hit the lottoO-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my TahoeGot 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 ’emAnd there’s really not that many of usAnd ladies love us, my posse’s kicking up dustIt’s on ’til the break of dawnAnd we’re starting this party from dusk
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 whyI dip through in that Six-Trey, like, “Sick ’em, Dre!”
I’m an itch that they can’t scratch, they’re sick of meBut hey, what else can I say? I love L.A.‘Cause over and above all, it’s just another dayAnd this one begins where the last one ends
Pick up where we left off and get smashed againI’ll be damned, just fucked around and crashed my BenzDrivin’ ’round with a smashed front end, let’s cash that one inGrab 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 CollisionOr Maaco, beats quake like WacoJust keep the bass low, speakers away from your face though
So crack a bottle, let your body waddleDon’t act like a snobby model you just hit the lottoO-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my TahoeGot 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 ’emAnd there’s really not that many of usAnd ladies love us, my posse’s kicking up dustIt’s on ’til the break of dawnAnd we’re starting this party from dusk
It’s bottle after bottleThe money ain’t a thang when you party with meIt’s what we into, it’s simple
We ball out of control like you wouldn’t believeI’m the napalm, the bomb, the Don, I’m King KongGet rolled on, wrapped up and reigned onI’m so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarm
Bring the Chandon, burn marijuan’, do what you wantNigga, on and on, ’til the break of what?Get the paper, man, I’m cakin’, you know I don’t give a fuckI spend it like it don’t mean nothin’
Blow it like it’s supposed to be blownMotherfucker, I’m grownI stunt, I style, I flash the shitI gets what the fuck I want, so what I trick?Fat-ass Birkin bags, some classy shitJimmy Choo shoes; I say, “Move”, a bitch move
So crack a bottle, let your body waddleDon’t act like a snobby model you just hit the lottoO-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my TahoeGot 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 ’emAnd there’s really not that many of usAnd ladies love us, my posse’s kicking up dustIt’s on ’til the break of dawnAnd we’re starting this party from dusk
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