Artist: Eminem f/ 50 Cent, Dr. Dre Album: Relapse Song: Crack a Bottle Typed by: bro0klyn@hotmail.com [Intro-Eminem] 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-Eminem] So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto O oh o oh, bitch's 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 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 [Verse 1-Eminem] Ok, 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 up my mothers son who got thrown under the bus Kiss my butt, lick from under cheese 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 Bitch's lust, man they love me when I lay in the cut Fist the cut, the lady give her eighty some paper cut Now picture us, its ridiculous you curse at the thought Cause 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 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 [Chorus] So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto O oh o oh, bitch's 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 [Eminem] Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre [Verse 2-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, its 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, Elcamino or the Eldorado The hell if I know, do I want leather seats or vinyl Decisions, decision, 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 O oh o oh, bitch's 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 [Eminem] And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent [Verse 3-50 Cent] It's bottle after bottle The money ain't a thang when you party with me Its what we into, its 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 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 [Chorus-Eminem] So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto O oh o oh, bitch's 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