50 Cent – Crack A Bottle Lyrics

Oooh! Ladies and gentlemen, the moment youve 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
Dont 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 wheres the rubbers? Whos got the rubbers?
I noticed theres so many of them
And theres really not that many of us
Ladies love us and my posses kicking up dust
Its on till the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk
Ok, lets go
Back when Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk
Picture us, youll just be another one bit the dust
Just one up my mothers 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
Its a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed
Bitches lust, man they love me when Im laying the cut
Missed the cut, the lady give a eighty some paper cut
Now picture us, its 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
Its 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
Dont 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 wheres the rubbers? Whos got the rubbers?
I noticed theres so many of them
And theres really not that many of us
And ladies love us and my posses kicking up dust
Its on till the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by theyre like Oh my!
You aint got to tell me why youre sick cuz I know why
I dip through in that six trey like sick em Dre
Im an itch that they cant scratch, theyre 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
Ill be dammed, just fucked 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 Maico beats quake like Waco
Just keep the bass low, speakers away from your face though
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Dont 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 wheres the rubbers? Whos got the rubbers?
I noticed theres so many of them
And theres really not that many of us
And 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
Its bottle after bottle
The money aint a thang when you party with me
Its what we into, its simple
We ball out of control like you wouldnt believe
Im the napalm, the bomb, the Don, Im King Kong
Get rolled on, wrapped up and reigned on
Im 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 Im caking you know I dont give a fuck
I spend it like it dont mean nothing
Blow it like its supposed to be blown
Motherfucker Im 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
Dont 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 wheres the rubbers? Whos got the rubbers?
I noticed theres so many of them
And theres really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posses kicking up dust
Its on till the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk