| Song | Crack A Bottle [Eminem (feat. Dr.Dre)] |
| Artist | 50 Cent |
| Artist | Eminem |
| Artist | Dr. Dre |
| Album | Back to the Basics |
| Ooww 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, bitch3s hopping in my Tahoe | |
| Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes | |
| 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, 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 | |
| Eminem | |
| Back wit Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk | |
| Picture us, you'll just be another one bit the dust | |
| Just one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus | |
| Kiss my butt. Lick the fumunda cheese from under my nuts | |
| It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks | |
| Its a must I redeem my name n haters get mushed. | |
| Bitch3s lust. Man they love me when I lay in the cut. | |
| Fist the cup. The lady gave her eighty some paper cut. | |
| Now picture us. Its ridiculous you curse at the thought | |
| Cuz when I spit the verse the sh-t | |
| 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 we're 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's back on you hoes. | |
| 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, 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 there's so many of them | |
| and there's really not that many of us. | |
| Ladies love us, my posses kicking up dust. | |
| Its on till the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk. | |
| Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre | |
| 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 cant scratch, they sick of me. | |
| But hey, what else can I say? I love LA. | |
| Cuz 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 f*cked 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 Dorado | |
| The hell if I know. | |
| Do I want leather seats or vinyl? | |
| Decisions, decisions | |
| Garage looks like Precision Collision. | |
| Or Maaco 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, 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 there's so many of them | |
| and there's really not that many of us. | |
| Ladies love us,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: 50 Cent | |
| 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 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 f*ck | |
| I spend it like it don't mean nothing | |
| Blow it like its supposed to be blown | |
| Motherf*cker i'm grown | |
| I stunt i style i flash the sh-t | |
| I gets what the f*ck i want so what I trick | |
| Fat ass burgundy bags classy sh-t 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, 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 there's so many of them | |
| and there's really not that many of us. | |
| Ladies love us, my posses kicking up dust. | |
| Its on till the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk |
| Ooww 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 | |
| Ooh ooh, bitch3s hopping in my Tahoe | |
| Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes | |
| 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, 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 | |
| Eminem | |
| Back wit Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk | |
| Picture us, you' ll just be another one bit the dust | |
| Just one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus | |
| Kiss my butt. Lick the fumunda cheese from under my nuts | |
| It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks | |
| Its a must I redeem my name n haters get mushed. | |
| Bitch3s lust. Man they love me when I lay in the cut. | |
| Fist the cup. The lady gave her eighty some paper cut. | |
| Now picture us. Its ridiculous you curse at the thought | |
| Cuz when I spit the verse the sht | |
| 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 we' re 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' s back on you hoes. | |
| Chorus : Eminem | |
| So crack a bottle, let your body waddle. | |
| Don' t act like a snobby model. | |
| You just hit the lotto. | |
| Ooh ooh, 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 there' s so many of them | |
| and there' s really not that many of us. | |
| Ladies love us, my posses kicking up dust. | |
| Its on till the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk. | |
| Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre | |
| 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 cant scratch, they sick of me. | |
| But hey, what else can I say? I love LA. | |
| Cuz 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 f cked 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 Dorado | |
| The hell if I know. | |
| Do I want leather seats or vinyl? | |
| Decisions, decisions | |
| Garage looks like Precision Collision. | |
| Or Maaco 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. | |
| Ooh ooh, 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 there' s so many of them | |
| and there' s really not that many of us. | |
| Ladies love us, 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: 50 Cent | |
| 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 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 f ck | |
| I spend it like it don' t mean nothing | |
| Blow it like its supposed to be blown | |
| Motherf cker i' m grown | |
| I stunt i style i flash the sht | |
| I gets what the f ck i want so what I trick | |
| Fat ass burgundy bags classy sht 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. | |
| Ooh ooh, 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 there' s so many of them | |
| and there' s really not that many of us. | |
| Ladies love us, my posses kicking up dust. | |
| Its on till the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk |