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Eminem - Crack A Bottle

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Piesa Eminem Crack A Bottle face parte de pe albumul Relapse , lansat in anul 2009 la casa de discuri Interscope Records .

Versuri Eminem - Crack A Bottle



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 
 
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 
 
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 and hit 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


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