Crack A Bottle lyrics

Artist  : Eminem 
Song : Crack A Bottle



 Send "Crack A Bottle" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Ooww 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 diabolic villain in the world
:

Slim Shady!



Chorus :
Eminem

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 riding shotgun
and no not one of them got close

Now
where’s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?

I notice there's so many of them

and
there’s really not that many of us.

Ladies
love us and my posse’s  kicking up dust.

It’s on till the break of dawn

and we’re
starting this party from dusk



OK ..
let's go





Back wit Andre, the
giant, mister elephant tusk

Fix your mugs,
you’ll just be another one bit the dust

Just one of my mothers son who got thrown under
the bus

Kiss my butt. Lick the wonder cheese
from under my nuts

It disgusts me to see the
game the way that it looks

Its a must I
redeem my name n haters get mushed.

Bitch3s
lust. Man they love me when I lay in the cut.

Fist the cup. The lady gave her eighty some
paper cut.

Now picture us. Its ridiculous
you curse at the thought

Cuz when I spit
the verse the sh-t

gets worse then
worcestershire sauce

If I could fit the
words as 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 we're
the center of attention its true

Not to
mention back with a vengeance so here’s the
signal

Of the bat symbol. The platinum
trio’s back on you hoes.







Chorus : Eminem

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 riding
shotgun and no not one of them got clothes

Now where’s the rubbers? Whose got the
rubbers?

I know there’s so many of them

and there’s really not that many of us.

Ladies love us and my posse’s  kicking 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 cant scratch, they’re sick of
me.

But hey, what else can I say? I love
LA.

Cuz 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.

I’ll be dammed, just
f*cked around and crashed my Benz.

Driving
around 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

Don’t
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 them got clothes

Now where’s the rubbers?
Whose got the rubbers?

I know there’s so
many of them

and there’s really not that
many of us.

Ladies love us and my posse’s 
kicking 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 thing
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 shaun dawn
burn marajaun do what you want

Nigga on and
on till the break of what

Get the paper man
im caking you know i don't give a f-ck

I
spend it like it don't mean nothing

Blow it
like its supposed to be blown

Mother fucker
I'm grown

I stunt i style i flash the
sh-t

I gets what the fuck I want so what I
trick

Fat as- burgundy bags classy shit
Jimmy Choos 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 riding
shotgun and no not one of them got clothes

Now where’s the rubbers? Whose got the
rubbers?

I know there’s so many of them

and there’s really not that many of us.

Ladies love us and my posse’s  kicking up
dust.

It’s on till the break of dawn

and we’re starting this party from dusk