Crack A Bottle

Interprete: Eminem
Disco: Relapse

Letra de la canción:

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!

So crack a bottle, let your body waddle.

Dont 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 clothes.

Now wheres the rubbers, whose got the rubbers,

I noticed theres so many of them,

And theres really not that many of us.

Ladies love us and my posses kicking up dust.

Its on till the break of dawn,

and were starting this party from dusk.

Okay, let's go.

Back when Andre The Giant, Mister Elephant Tusk.

Fix your must,

You'll just be another one bit the dust.

Just one of,

My mother's son who got thrown under the bus.

Kiss my butt.

Lick my wondercheese from under my nuts.

It disgusts,

Me to see the game the way that it looks.

Its a must.

I redeem my name and haters get mushed.

Bitches lust.

Man they love me when I lay in the cut.

Fist the cup.

The lady give her eighty 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.

Its elementary.

The elephants have entered the room.

I venture to say with the center of attention, it's 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.

So crack a bottle, let your body waddle.

Dont 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 clothes.

Now wheres the rubbers, whose got the rubbers,

I noticed theres so many of them,

And theres really not that many of us.

Ladies love us and my posses kicking up dust.

Its on till the break of dawn,

And were starting this party from dusk.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Dr. Dre!

They see that low rider go by there, 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're sick of me.

But hey, what else can I say, I love LA.

'Cause 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.

Lets 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.

So crack a bottle, let your body waddle.

Dont 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 clothes.

Now wheres the rubbers, whose got the rubbers,

I noticed theres so many of them,

And theres really not that many of us.

Ladies love us and my posses kicking up dust.

Its on till the break of dawn,

And were starting this party from dusk.

And I take great pleasure in introducing to you,

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.

Bring the Shaun Dawn,

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 gets what the fuck I want so what I trick.

Fat ass burgandy bags, classy shit.

Jimmy two shoes, I say move a bitch move.

So crack a bottle, let your body waddle.

Dont 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 clothes.

Now wheres the rubbers, whose got the rubbers,

I noticed theres so many of them,

And theres really not that many of us.

Ladies love us and my posses kicking up dust.

Its on till the break of dawn,

and were starting this party from dusk.

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