Текст песни Eminem - Crack A Bottle (feat. Dr. Dre, 50 Cent)

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Oow 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, bitches hopping in my Tahoe, Got one riding shotgun Аnd 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 till the break of dawn And we're starting this party from dusk Ok ... let's go Back wit Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk, Picture us, 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 It's 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 some paper cut, Now picture us. It's ridiculous you curse at the thought Cuz 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, 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 here's the signal of the bad symbol, The platinum trio's back on you, hoes [Chorus] Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre [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 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 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 [Chorus] And I take great pleasure in introducing 50 Cent [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, Burn marijuana, do what you want Nigga 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 it's supposed to be blown Motherfucker I'm grown, I stunt, I style, I flash the shit, I get what the fuck I want, so what I trick, Fat ass, burgundy bags, classy shit, Jimmy Choo shoes, I say move a bitch move [Chorus]

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