Crack A Bottle Lyrics - Relapse - Eminem

Oooh! 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 diabolical 

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 

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Now where's the rubbers? Who's 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 

Ok, let's go 

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 butt, lick 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 and haters get mushed 

Bitches lust, man they love me when I'm laying the cut 

Missed the cut, the lady give a eighty some paper cut 

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Now picture us, it's ridiculous you curse at the thought 

Cuz when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than 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 with 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 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? Who's got the rubbers? 

I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us 

And 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, 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'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 Dorado 

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 

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? Who's got the rubbers? 

I noticed 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 

And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent 

It's bottle after bottle 

The money ain't a thang 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 Chandon, burn marajauan 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 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 

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? Who's got the rubbers? 

I noticed 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