文本歌词

Crack a Bottle - Mega Classics
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 b**ches 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
B**ches 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 sh*t 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 b**ches 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 f**ked 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 b**ches 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
Ni**a on and on till the break of what
Get the paper man I'm caking you know I don't give a f**k
I spend it like it don't mean nothing
Blow it like its supposed to be blown
Motherf**ker I'm grown
I stunt I style I flash the sh*t
I gets what the f**k I want so what I trick
Fat a** burgundy bags classy sh*t
Jimmy Cho shoes I say move a b**ch 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 b**ches 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