Eminem - Crack A Bottle Lyrics
Oooh! Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you’ve all been waiting forIn 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!
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
Ladies and gentlemen, DrDre…
They see that low rider go by there, 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 ****** 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, decisionsGarage 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, 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
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 buttLick 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 n haters get mushed (?)
Bitches lustMan they love me when I lay in the cut
Missed the cutThe lady give a (?) some paper cut
Now picture usIt’s ridiculous you curse at the thought
Cuz when I spit the verse the **** gets worse and worcertshire sauce
If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time
Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes
It’s elementaryThe 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 symbolThe 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, 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
It’s sorta like pourin’ Draino down a live volcano
You never know what’ll happen next, it may blow
Same things happen to the beats when Dre blows
I talk ****, but my dick’s long as my payroll
I get *** like a ball player, but I’m a boss player
Pimpin’ 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 “Awww yeah”
This is our yearThis is what you call sheer talent, but I think at this point it’s just obvious
Fierce, they say my music’s good for all queers
Cuz I make your ear ring *****Ears and all ears (?)
Call us the mafiaWe got the ****** mob here
Gimme the hate and I’ll feed off of ya’s all year
****, I’m just doing my job here
You don’t want problem, do ya?
**** it, I’ll even crack a bottle for ya
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
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