Crack A Bottle (Clean)

Crack A Bottle - Eminem (埃米納姆)/Dr. Dre/50 Cent (50美分)

Lyrics by：Marshall Mathers/Curtis Jackson/A. Young/D. Parker/M. Batson/Erik Coomes/T. Lawrence/J. Renard

Composed by：Marshall Mathers/Curtis Jackson/A. Young/D. Parker/M. Batson/Erik Coomes/T. Lawrence/J. Renard

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 assaults and 4 murders

The undisputed most diabolical villain in the world

Slim Shady

Let's go

So crack a bottle let your body waddle

Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto

Oh oh oh oh b***hes hoppin' in my Tahoe

Got one ridin' shotgun and no not one of 'em got clothes

Now where's the rubbers

Who's got the rubbers

I noticed there's so many of 'em

And there's really not that many of us

And ladies love us my posse's kickin' up dust

It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk

Okay let's go

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 butt 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 cuts

Now picture us it's ridiculous you curse at the thought

'Cause when I spit the verse the s**t gets worse than Worcestershire sauce

If I could fit the words it's 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 hence the signal

Of the bat symbol the platinum trio's back on you h*es

So crack a bottle let your body waddle

Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto

Oh oh oh oh b***hes hoppin' in my Tahoe

Got one ridin' shotgun and no not one of 'em got clothes

Now where's the rubbers

Who's got the rubbers

I noticed there's so many of 'em

And there's really not that many of us

And ladies love us my posse's kickin' up dust

It's on 'til 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 '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 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 d**ned just f**ked around and crashed my Benz

Drivin' 'round 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 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

Oh-oh oh-oh b***hes hoppin' in my Tahoe

Got one ridin' shotgun and no not one of 'em got clothes

Now where's the rubbers

Who's got the rubbers

I noticed there's so many of 'em

And there's really not that many of us

And ladies love us my posse's kickin' up dust

It's on 'til 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

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 marijuan' do what you want

N***a on and on 'til the break of what

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

I spend it like it don't mean nothin'

Blow it like it's supposed to be blown motherf**ker I'm grown

I stunt I style I flash the s**t

Uh huh

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

Yeah

Fat-a*s Birkin bags some classy s**t

Haha

Jimmy Choo shoes I say Move a b***h move

So crack a bottle let your body waddle

Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto

Oh oh oh oh b***hes hoppin' in my Tahoe

Got one ridin' shotgun and no not one of 'em got clothes

Now where's the rubbers

Who's got the rubbers

I noticed there's so many of 'em

And there's really not that many of us

And ladies love us my posse's kickin' up dust

It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk