crack A bottle (feat. Dr. D熱 & 50 cent)

Oh, ladies and gentlemen
The moment youve all been waiting for
In this corner, weighing 175 pounds
With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and four murders
The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world
Slim Shady!
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Dont act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
O-oh, o-oh, bitches hoppin in my Tahoe
Got one ridin shotgun and no, not one of em got clothes
Now, wheres the rubbers? Whos got the rubbers?
I noticed theres so many of em
And theres really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posses kickin up dust
Its on til the break of dawn
And were starting this party from dusk
(Okay, lets go)
Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk
Fix your musk, youll be just another one bit the dust
Just one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt, lick from unda cheese from under my nuts
It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
Its 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 eighty-some paper cuts
Now picture us; its ridiculous, you curse at the thought
Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce
If I could fit the words, its picture perfect, works every time
Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes
Its elementary, the elephants have entered the room
I venture to say were the center of attention, its true
Not to mention back with a vengeance, so hence the signal
Of the bat symbol, the platinum trios back on you hoes
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Dont 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 wheres the rubbers? Whos got the rubbers?
I notice theres so many of em
And theres really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posses kicking up dust
Its on til the break of dawn
And were starting this party from dusk
(Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre)
They see that low rider go by, theyre like, 'Oh my!'
You aint got to tell me why youre sick, cause I know why
I dip through in that Six-Trey, like, 'Sick em, Dre!'
Im an itch that they cant scratch, theyre sick of me
But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A.
Cause over and above all, its just another day
And this one begins where the last one ends
Pick up where we left off and get smashed again
Ill be damned, just fucked around and crashed my Benz
Drivin round with a smashed front end, lets 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
Dont 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 wheres the rubbers? Whos got the rubbers?
I notice theres so many of em
And theres really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posses kicking up dust
Its on til the break of dawn
And were starting this party from dusk
(And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent!)
Its bottle after bottle
The money aint a thang when you party with me
Its what we into, its simple
We ball out of control like you wouldnt believe
Im the napalm, the bomb, the Don, Im King Kong
Get rolled on, wrapped up and reigned on
Im 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, Im cakin, you know I dont give a fuck
I spend it like it dont mean nothin
Blow it like its supposed to be blown
Motherfucker, Im grown
I stunt, I style, I flash the shit
I gets what the fuck I want, so what I trick?
Fat-ass Birkin bags, some classy shit
Jimmy Choo shoes; I say, 'Move', a bitch move
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Dont 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 wheres the rubbers? Whos got the rubbers?
I notice theres so many of em
And theres really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posses kicking up dust
Its on til the break of dawn
And were starting this party from dusk