Crack A Bottle (A Tribute to Eminem, Dr. Dre & 50 Cent)

Crack A Bottle (A Tribute to Eminem, Dr. Dre & 50 Cent) - Future Hit Makers

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 diabolical 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 b**ches hopping in my Tahoe

Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothes

Now where's the rubbers Whose got the rubbers

I notice there's so many of em

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 musk 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 fumunda 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 n haters get mushed

B**ches 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 it's ridiculous you curse at the thought

Cause 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

It's elementary The elephants have entered the room

I venture to say we're 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

(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 b**ches hopping in my Tahoe

Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothes

Now where's the rubbers Whose got the rubbers

I notice there's so many of em

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

(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 trey 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 LA

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 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 b**ches hopping in my Tahoe

Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothes

Now where's the rubbers Whose got the rubbers

I notice there's so many of em

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

(50 Cent)

It's bottle after bottle

The money ain't a thing 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 shaun dawn burn marajaun do what you want

Ni**a on and on till the break of what

Get the paper man I'm caking you know I don't give a f**k

I spend it like it don't mean nothing

Blow it like it's supposed to be blown

Mother f**ker I'm grown

I stunt I style I flash the sh*t

I gets what the f**k I want so what I trick

Fat a** burgundy bags classy sh*t Jimmy Choos shoes

I say move a b**ch 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 b**ches hopping in my Tahoe

Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothes

Now where's the rubbers Whose got the rubbers

I notice there's so many of em

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