Crack A Bottle

作曲 : Parker, Dawaun / Young, Andre Romell

Oh! 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! (Let's go!)

So crack a bottle, let your body waddle

Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto

Oh-oh, oh-oh, ******* hoppin' in my Tahoe

Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes

Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?

I noticed there's so many of 'em

And there's really not that many of us

And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust

It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk

Okay, let's go!

Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk

Fix your musk, you'll be just another one bit the dust

Just one of my mother's sons who got thrown under the bus

Kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from under my ****

It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks

It's a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed

******* lust, man, they love me when I lay in the cut

Fisticuffs, the lady give her eighty-some paper cuts

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

'Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce

If I could fit the words, it's 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 we're the center of attention, it's true

Not to mention back with a vengeance, so hence the signal

Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you hoes

So crack a bottle, let your body waddle

Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto

Oh-oh, oh-oh, ******* hoppin' in my Tahoe

Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes

Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?

I noticed there's so many of 'em

And there's really not that many of us

And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust

It's on 'til 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 'cause 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 L.A.

'Cause 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 damned, just ****ed around and crashed my Benz

Drivin' 'round 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 Maaco, 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

Oh-oh, oh-oh, ******* hoppin' in my Tahoe

Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes

Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?

I noticed there's so many of 'em

And there's really not that many of us

And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust

It's on 'til 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 thing when you party with me

It's 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 marijuan', do what you want

Nigga, on and on 'til the break of what?

Get the paper, man, I'm cakin', you know I don't give a ****

I spend it like it don't mean nothin'

Blow it like it's supposed to be blown, mother****er, I'm grown

I stunt, I style, I flash the shit (Uh huh)

I gets what the **** I want, so what I trick? (Yeah)

Fat-ass Birkin bags, some classy shit (Haha)

Jimmy Choo shoes; I say, \"Move,\" a ***** move

So crack a bottle, let your body waddle

Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto

Oh-oh, oh-oh, ******* hoppin' in my Tahoe

Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes

Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?

I noticed there's so many of 'em

And there's really not that many of us

And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust

It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk

[00:01.000] 作曲 : Parker, Dawaun / Young, Andre Romell

[00:02.62][Intro: Eminem & 50 Cent]

[00:06.90]Oh! Ladies and gentlemen

[00:09.52]The moment you've all been waiting for

[00:12.25]In this corner, weighing 175 pounds

[00:16.33]With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders

[00:23.44]The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world

[00:27.41]Slim Shady! (Let's go!)

[00:29.99][Chorus: Eminem]

[00:30.73]So crack a bottle, let your body waddle

[00:33.10]Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto

[00:35.82]Oh-oh, oh-oh, ******* hoppin' in my Tahoe

[00:38.59]Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes

[00:41.98]Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?

[00:44.15]I noticed there's so many of 'em

[00:45.93]And there's really not that many of us

[00:47.89]And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust

[00:50.26]It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk

[00:53.58][Interlude: Eminem]

[00:53.98]Okay, let's go!

[00:56.85][Verse 1: Eminem]

[00:57.50]Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk

[00:59.99]Fix your musk, you'll be just another one bit the dust

[01:02.75]Just one of my mother's sons who got thrown under the bus

[01:05.63]Kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from under my ****

[01:08.51]It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks

[01:11.42]It's a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed

[01:14.25]******* lust, man, they love me when I lay in the cut

[01:16.97]Fisticuffs, the lady give her eighty-some paper cuts

[01:19.94]Now picture us; it's ridiculous, you curse at the thought

[01:22.76]'Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce

[01:25.59]If I could fit the words, it's picture perfect, works every time

[01:28.61]Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes

[01:31.28]It's elementary, the elephants have entered the room

[01:34.12]I venture to say we're the center of attention, it's true

[01:36.98]Not to mention back with a vengeance, so hence the signal

[01:39.99]Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you hoes

[01:42.90][Chorus: Eminem]

[01:43.75]So crack a bottle, let your body waddle

[01:46.09]Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto

[01:48.84]Oh-oh, oh-oh, ******* hoppin' in my Tahoe

[01:51.57]Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes

[01:54.60]Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?

[01:57.03]I noticed there's so many of 'em

[01:58.74]And there's really not that many of us

[02:00.46]And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust

[02:03.39]It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk

[02:06.16][Break 1: Eminem]

[02:06.50]Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre!

[02:09.39][Verse 2: Dr. Dre]

[02:10.49]They see that low rider go by, they're like, \"Oh my!\"

[02:13.01]You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know why

[02:15.79]I dip through in that Six-Trey like, \"Sick 'em, Dre!\"

[02:18.87]I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they're sick of me

[02:21.68]But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A.

[02:24.42]'Cause over and above all, it's just another day

[02:27.44]And this one begins where the last one ends

[02:30.01]Pick up where we left off and get smashed again

[02:32.89]I'll be damned, just ****ed around and crashed my Benz

[02:35.56]Drivin' 'round with a smashed front end, let's cash that one in

[02:39.04]Grab another one from out the stable

[02:41.20]The Monte Carlo, El Camino, or the El Dorado?

[02:44.22]The hell if I know, do I want leather seats or vinyl?

[02:46.74]Decisions, decisions, garage looks like Precision Collision

[02:50.27]Or Maaco, beats quake like Waco

[02:52.80]Just keep the bass low, speakers away from your face though

[02:55.53][Chorus: Eminem]

[02:56.55]So crack a bottle, let your body waddle

[02:58.51]Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto

[03:01.46]Oh-oh, oh-oh, ******* hoppin' in my Tahoe

[03:04.29]Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes

[03:07.36]Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?

[03:09.52]I noticed there's so many of 'em

[03:11.35]And there's really not that many of us

[03:13.21]And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust

[03:15.58]It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk

[03:18.75][Break 2: Eminem]

[03:19.16]And I take great pleasure in introducing 50 Cent!

[03:22.83][Verse 3: 50 Cent]

[03:23.08]It's bottle after bottle

[03:25.50]The money ain't a thing when you party with me

[03:28.37]It's what we into, it's simple

[03:31.23]We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe

[03:34.11]I'm the napalm, the bomb, the Don, I'm King Kong

[03:36.97]Get rolled on, wrapped up, and reigned on

[03:39.70]I'm so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarm

[03:42.48]Bring the Chandon, burn marijuan', do what you want

[03:45.45]Nigga, on and on 'til the break of what?

[03:48.37]Get the paper, man, I'm cakin', you know I don't give a ****

[03:51.05]I spend it like it don't mean nothin'

[03:53.43]Blow it like it's supposed to be blown, mother****er, I'm grown

[03:56.80]I stunt, I style, I flash the shit (Uh huh)

[03:59.42]I gets what the **** I want, so what I trick? (Yeah)

[04:02.69]Fat-ass Birkin bags, some classy shit (Haha)

[04:05.47]Jimmy Choo shoes; I say, \"Move,\" a ***** move

[04:08.14][Chorus: Eminem]

[04:08.74]So crack a bottle, let your body waddle

[04:11.00]Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto

[04:13.98]Oh-oh, oh-oh, ******* hoppin' in my Tahoe

[04:16.75]Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes

[04:19.97]Now, where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?

[04:22.03]I noticed there's so many of 'em

[04:24.00]And there's really not that many of us

[04:25.58]And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust

[04:28.24]It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk