50 Cent / Eminem / Dr.Dre - Crack A Bottle | Текст песни

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• 50 Cent / Eminem / Dr.Dre
• Crack A Bottle

[Intro]
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 diabolic villain in the world
Slim Shady!

[Chorus]
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don’t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
Uh-oh uh-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and do not one of them got clothes
Now where’s the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I notice 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 'til the break of dawn
and we’re starting this party from dusk

Ok... let’s go

[Verse 1 -Eminem]
Back with Andre the giant, mister elephant tusk
Fix you must, you’ll just be another one bit the dust
Just one of, my mothers sons 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
Its a must, I redeem my name n haters get mushed
Bitches lust, man they love me when I lay in the cut
Fist the cup, the lady gave her eighty sumn paper cut
Now picture us, Its ridiculous you curse at the thought
Cause when I spit the verse the shit, 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]

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 trey like sick em Dre
I’m an itch that they cant scratch, they sick of me
But hey, what else can I say, I love LA
Cause 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 fucked 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 maco, beats quake like Waco
Just keep the bass low, speakers away from your face though

[Chorus]

And I take great pleasure in introducing... 50 Cent!

[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]
It’s bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing 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 shaun dawn, burn marajauan do what you want
It go on and on, till the break of what
Get the paper man i’m caking you know I don't give a fuck
I spend it like it don't mean nothing
Blow it like its supposed to be blown
Motherfucker I'm grown
I stunt I style I flash the shit
I gets what the fuck i want, so what I trick
Fat ass, burgundy bags, classy shit
Jimmy Cho shoes, I say move a bitch move

[Chorus]

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