Crack a Bottle (打开酒瓶喝) - Lonely Earth
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 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
O-oh o-oh
B**ches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun
And no not one of em got clothes
Now where's the rubbers
Whose got the rubbers
I notice there's so many of em
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 wit Andre the giant
Mister elephant tusk
Fix your musk
You'll just be another one bit the dust
Just one of my mothers son
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
It's a must I redeem my name
N haters get mushed
B**ches 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
It's ridiculous you curse at the thought
Cause 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
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 here's 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
O-oh o-oh
B**ches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and
No not one of em got clothes
Now where's the rubbers
Whose got the rubbers
I notice there's so many of em
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
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 LA
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 dammed just
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
So crack a bottle
Let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
O-oh o-oh
B**ches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun
And no not one of em got clothes
Now where's the rubbers
Whose got the rubbers
I notice there's so many of em
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
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 shaun dawn burn
Marajaun 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
I spend it like it don't mean nothing
Blow it like it's supposed to be blown
Mother f**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 Choos 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
O-oh o-oh
B**ches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun
And no not one of em got clothes
Now where's the rubbers
Whose got the rubbers
I notice there's so many of em
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