Crack A Bottle \ Ливень

Crack Bottle 

Oow 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 diabolic villain in the world - 
 Slim Shady! 

[Chorus:]
 So crack a bottle, let your body waddle, 
 Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto, 
 Uh-oh, [bad word] hopping in my Tahoe, 
 Got one riding shotgun 
 Аnd not one of them got clothes, 
 Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? 
 I notice 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 wit Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk, 
 Picture us, you'll just be another one bit the dust 
 Just one of my mothers sons 
 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, 
 [bad word] 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 
 Cuz when I spit the verse the [bad word] 
 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 bad symbol,
 The platinum trio's back on you, hoes 

[Chorus]

Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre 

[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 cuz I know why, 
 I dip through in that Six trey like sick 'em Dre,
 I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they sick of me,
 But hey, what else can I say? I love LA. 
 Cuz 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 [bad word] around and crashed my Benz, 
 Driving around 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 

[Chorus] 

And I take great pleasure in introducing 50 Cent 

[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, 
 Burn marijuana, do what you want 
 [bad word] on and on till the break of what 
 Get the paper, man,
 I'm caking you know I don't give a [bad word]  
 I spend it like it don't mean nothing 
 Blow it like it's supposed to be blown 
 [bad word] I'm grown, 
 I stunt, I style, I flash the [bad word]  
 I get what the [bad word] I want, so what I trick, 
 Fat [bad word]  burgundy bags, classy [bad word]  
 Jimmy Choo shoes, 
 I say move a [bad word] move 

[Chorus]

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