Crack A Bottle
 作曲 : Andre Young/Dawaun Parker/Marshall Mathers/Trevor Lawrence/Curtis Jackson/Mark Batson
Oh! Ladies and gentlemen
The moment you've all been waitin' for
In this corner, weighin' 175 pounds
With a record of 17 rxpes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders
The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world
Slim Shady! (Haha; 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, b1xches 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 startin' 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 bvtt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nvts
It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
It's a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed
B1xches 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 sx1t 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 h0es
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, b1xches 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 startin' 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 daxned, just fvxked 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, b1xches 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 startin' this party from dusk
And I take great pleasure in introducin', 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 V1etnam, ring the alarm
Bring the Chandon, burn mar1juan', do what you want
N1gga, on and on 'til the break of what?
Get the paper, man, I'm cakin', you know I don't give a fvxk
I spend it like it don't mean nothin'
Blow it like it's supposed to be blown, motherfvxker, I'm grown
I stunt, I style, I flash the sx1t (Uh-huh)
I gets what the fvxk I want, so what I trick?
(Yeah) Fat-axs Birkin bags, some classy sx1t
(Haha) Jimmy Choo shoes, I say, "Move," a b1xch 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, b1xches 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 startin' this party from dusk