Crack A Bottle (feat. Dr. Dre & 50 Cent)

[00:06.27] Oh, ladies and gentlemen
[00:08.91] The moment you've all been waiting for
[00:12.05] In this corner, weighing 175 pounds
[00:16.38] With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and four murders
[00:22.73] The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world
[00:27.19] Slim Shady!
[00:30.25] So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
[00:32.76] Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
[00:36.12] O-oh, o-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
[00:38.78] Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
[00:41.67] Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
[00:44.09] I noticed there's so many of 'em
[00:45.51] And there's really not that many of us
[00:47.40] And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
[00:50.12] It's on 'til the break of dawn
[00:51.49] And we're starting this party from dusk
[00:53.56] (Okay, let's go)
[00:56.92] Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk
[00:59.73] Fix your musk, you'll be just another one bit the dust
[01:02.55] Just one of my mother's sons who got thrown under the bus
[01:05.40] Kiss my butt, lick from unda cheese from under my nuts
[01:08.31] It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
[01:11.24] It's a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed
[01:14.20] Bitches lust, man, they love me when I lay in the cut
[01:16.94] Fisticuffs, the lady give her eighty-some paper cuts
[01:19.52] Now picture us; it's ridiculous, you curse at the thought
[01:22.47] 'Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce
[01:25.51] If I could fit the words, it's picture perfect, works every time
[01:28.53] Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes
[01:31.02] It's elementary, the elephants have entered the room
[01:33.83] I venture to say we're the center of attention, it's true
[01:36.81] Not to mention back with a vengeance, so hence the signal
[01:39.74] Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you hoes
[01:43.18] So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
[01:45.80] Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
[01:49.18] O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
[01:51.68] Got one riding shotgun and no not one of 'em got clothes
[01:54.65] Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
[01:56.84] I notice there's so many of 'em
[01:58.49] And there's really not that many of us
[02:00.24] And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust
[02:02.71] It's on 'til the break of dawn
[02:04.39] And we're starting this party from dusk
[02:06.55] (Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre)
[02:10.02] They see that low rider go by, they're like, "Oh my!"
[02:12.92] You ain't got to tell me why you're sick, 'cause I know why
[02:15.64] I dip through in that Six-Trey, like, "Sick 'em, Dre!"
[02:18.79] I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they're sick of me
[02:21.74] But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A.
[02:24.38] 'Cause over and above all, it's just another day
[02:27.14] And this one begins where the last one ends
[02:29.74] Pick up where we left off and get smashed again
[02:32.70] I'll be damned, just fucked around and crashed my Benz
[02:35.50] Drivin' 'round with a smashed front end, let's cash that one in
[02:39.15] Grab another one from out the stable
[02:41.04] The Monte Carlo, El Camino, or the El Dorado?
[02:43.81] The hell if I know, do I want leather seats or vinyl?
[02:46.93] Decisions, decisions, garage looks like Precision Collision
[02:50.46] Or Maaco, beats quake like Waco
[02:52.85] Just keep the bass low, speakers away from your face though
[02:55.95] So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
[02:58.50] Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
[03:01.76] O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
[03:04.30] Got one riding shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
[03:07.49] Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
[03:09.66] I notice there's so many of 'em
[03:11.38] And there's really not that many of us
[03:13.27] And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust
[03:15.62] It's on 'til the break of dawn
[03:17.32] And we're starting this party from dusk
[03:19.07] (And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent!)
[03:22.66] It's bottle after bottle
[03:25.74] The money ain't a thang when you party with me
[03:28.16] It's what we into, it's simple
[03:31.31] We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe
[03:34.06] I'm the napalm, the bomb, the Don, I'm King Kong
[03:37.18] Get rolled on, wrapped up and reigned on
[03:40.06] I'm so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarm
[03:42.85] Bring the Chandon, burn marijuan', do what you want
[03:45.53] Nigga, on and on, 'til the break of what?
[03:48.24] Get the paper, man, I'm cakin', you know I don't give a fuck
[03:51.20] I spend it like it don't mean nothin'
[03:53.88] Blow it like it's supposed to be blown
[03:55.54] Motherfucker, I'm grown
[03:57.19] I stunt, I style, I flash the shit
[03:59.93] I gets what the fuck I want, so what I trick?
[04:02.88] Fat-ass Birkin bags, some classy shit
[04:05.61] Jimmy Choo shoes; I say, "Move", a bitch move
[04:08.96] So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
[04:11.55] Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
[04:14.86] O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
[04:17.12] Got one riding shotgun and no not one of 'em got clothes
[04:20.26] Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
[04:22.43] I notice there's so many of 'em
[04:24.02] And there's really not that many of us
[04:26.04] And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust
[04:28.50] It's on 'til the break of dawn
[04:29.90] And we're starting this party from dusk
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