Robert Reyes - Crack a Bottle lyrics

[Produced by Dr. Dre] [Intro: Eminem] Oh! Ladies and gentlemen The moment you've all been waiting for In this corner, weighing 175 pounds With a record of 17 rapes 400 a**aults and 4 murders The undisputed Most diabolical villain in the world: Slim Shady! [Hook: 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, b**hes hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun, and no, not one of them got clothes Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them And there's really not that many of us And 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 (Okay, let's go!) [Verse 1: 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 bu*t, 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 b**hes lust, man, they love me when I lay in the cut Fisticuffs, the lady give her eighty some paper cut Now picture us, it's ridiculous, you curse at the thought ‘Cause when I spit the verse The sh** gets worse than Worcestershire sauce If I could fit the words as 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 with the center of attention, it's 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 [Hook: 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, b**hes hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun, and no, not one of them got clothes Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them And there's really not that many of us And 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!) [Verse 2: 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 six tre, 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 L.A ‘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 f**ed around and crashed my Benz Driving around 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 ba** low, speakers away from your face though [Hook: 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, b**hes hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun, and no, not one of them got clothes Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them And there's really not that many of us And 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!) [Verse 3: 50 Cent] It's bottle after bottle The money ain't a thang 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 marijuana – do what you want! n***a, on and on, till the break of what? Get the paper, man, I'm cakin', you know I don't give a f** I spend it like it don't mean nothin' Blow it like it's supposed to be blown, motherf**er, I'm grown I stunt, I style, I flash the sh** I gets what the f** I want, so what I trick? Fat a** Birkin bags, some cla**y sh** Jimmy Choo shoes, I say move a b**h move [Hook: 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, b**hes hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun, and no, not one of them got clothes Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them And there's really not that many of us And 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