Lyrics Crack a Bottle (dirty) - Dr. Dre , Eminem , 50 Cent
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!
So
crack
a
bottle,
let
your
body
waddle
Don't
act
like
a
snobby
model,
you
just
hit
the
lotto
Uh-oh,
uh-oh,
bitches
hoppin'
in
my
Tahoe
Got
one
riding
shotgun
and
no
not
one
of
them
got
clothes
Now
where's
the
rubbers?
Who's
got
the
rubbers?
I
noticed
there's
so
many
of
them
and
there's
really
not
that
many
of
us
And
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!
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
frumunda
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
and
haters
get
mushed
Bitches
lust,
man
they
love
me
when
I
lay
in
the
cut
Fist
the
cup,
the
lady
give
her
eighty
some
paper
cut
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
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
with
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
Uh-oh,
uh-oh,
bitches
hoppin'
in
my
Tahoe
Got
one
riding
shotgun
and
no
not
one
of
them
got
clothes
Now
where's
the
rubbers?
Who's
got
the
rubbers?
I
noticed
there's
so
many
of
them
and
there's
really
not
that
many
of
us
And
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
Ladies
and
gentlemen...
Dr.
Dre!
They
see
that
low
rider
go
by,
they
like,
"Oh,
my!"
You
ain't
got
to
tell
me
why
you're
sick
'cause
I
know
why
I
dip
through
in
that
six
tre
like,
"Sick
'em,
Dre"
I'm
an
itch
that
they
cant
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
fucked
around
and
crashed
my
Benz
Driving
'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
maico,
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
Uh-oh,
uh-oh,
bitches
hoppin'
in
my
Tahoe
Got
one
riding
shotgun
and
no
not
one
of
them
got
clothes
Now
where's
the
rubbers?
Who's
got
the
rubbers?
I
noticed
there's
so
many
of
them
and
there's
really
not
that
many
of
us
And
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
And
I
take
great
pleasure
in
introducing...
50
Cent!
It's
bottle
after
bottle
The
money
ain't
a
thang
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
marajaun
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
fuck
I
spend
it
like
it
don't
mean
nothing
Blow
it
like
it's
supposed
to
be
blown,
Motherfucker,
I'm
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
Choo
shoes,
I
say,
"Move
a-bitch,
move"
So
crack
a
bottle,
let
your
body
waddle
Don't
act
like
a
snobby
model,
you
just
hit
the
lotto
Uh-oh,
uh-oh,
bitches
hoppin'
in
my
Tahoe
Got
one
riding
shotgun
and
no
not
one
of
them
got
clothes
Now
where's
the
rubbers?
Who's
got
the
rubbers?
I
noticed
there's
so
many
of
them
and
there's
really
not
that
many
of
us
And
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
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