Crack a Bottle

Crack a Bottle - Mega Classics

Oooh 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

So crack a bottle let your body waddle

Don't act like a snobby model

You just hit the lotto

Uh oh uh oh b**ches hopping in my Tahoe

Got one riding shotgun and no not

One of them got gloves

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

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 when Andre the giant mister elephant tusk

Picture us you'll just be another one bit the dust

Just one up my mother's son who got thrown under the bus

Kiss my butt lick my wonder 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**ches lust man they love me when I'm laying the cut

Missed the cut the lady give a eighty some paper cut

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

Cuz when I spit the verse the sh*t 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 its true

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

Of the bat symbol the platinum trio is back on you hoes

So crack a bottle let your body waddle

Don't act like a snobby model

You just hit the lotto

Uh oh uh oh b**ches hopping in my Tahoe

Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves

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

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 can't scratch they're sick of me

But hey what else can I say I love LA

Cuz 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**ked 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 Maico 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

Uh oh uh oh b**ches hopping in my Tahoe

Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves

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 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 thang when you party with me

Its 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 marajauan 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 its supposed to be blown

Motherf**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 Cho 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

Uh oh uh oh b**ches hopping in my Tahoe

Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves

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 my posse's kicking up dust

It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting

This party from dusk