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Crack a Bottle

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Regravação de Eminem


[Introduction - Eminem]
OOh!
Ladies and gentlemen!
The moment you've all been waiting for!
In this corner, weighing 175 pounds
The record of 17 rapes
400 assaults & 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
Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
Now where's the rubbers? Whose 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 boss's kicking up dust
It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk

[Verse 1 - Eminem]
Back with Andre The Giant, Mr. 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 under 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
Bitches lust, man they love me when I lay in the cut
Missed the cut, the lady give a (?) some paper cut
Now picture us, it's ridiculous you curse at the thought
'Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse and worse cause your soft
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 same repetition is true
Not to mention back with a vengeance and hit the signal
Of the bat symbol. The platinum dude is back on you hoes

[Eminem]
Ladies and gentlemen... Dr. Dre!

[Verse 2 - Dr. Dre]
They see that low rider go by there, like Â"Oh my! Â"
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 fucked 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 Derado
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

[Chorus - Eminem]
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 no not one of them got gloves
Now where's the rubbers? Whose 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


[Verse 1 - Eminem]
Back with Andre The Giant, Mr. 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 under 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
Bitches lust, man they love me when I lay in the cut
Missed the cut, the lady give a (?) some paper cut
Now picture us, it's ridiculous you curse at the thought
'Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse and worse cause your soft
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 same repetition is true
Not to mention back with a vengeance and hit the signal
Of the bat symbol. The platinum dude is 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
Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
Now where's the rubbers? Whose 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


[Verse 3 - 50Cent]
It's sorta like pourin' Draino down a live volcano
You never know what'll happen next, it may blow
Same thing happens to the beats when Dre blows
I talk shit, but my dick's long as my payroll
I get ass like a ball player, but I'm a boss player
Pimping hoes from here to Australia
Till I get heart failure
Look at ya half of ya'll, all scared
Other half, hands up in the air, like Â"Aww yeah. Â"
This is our year, this is what you call sheer
talent, but I think at this point it's just obvious
Fears, they say my music's good for all queers
Cuz I make your ear ring bitch. Ears and all queers
Call us the mafia, we got the fucking mob here
Gimme the hate and I'll feed off of ya's all year
Shit, I'm just doing my job here, you don't want problem, do ya?
Fuck it, I'll even crack a bottle for ya

[Chorus - Eminem]
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 no not one of them got gloves
Now where's the rubbers? Whose 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

EAMIN

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