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Eminem – Crack A Bottle Lyric

Written by sky™ on Monday, February 16th, 2009 in 50 Cent, Dr. Dre, Eminem.

Eminem - Crack A Bottle Lyric
Eminem Featuring 50 Cent & Dr Dre – Crack A Bottle Lyric

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 diabolic villain in the world :
Slim Shady!

Chorus : Eminem
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don’t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
O-oh o-oh, bitch3s hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes
Now where’s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed there’s so many of them
and there’s really not that many of us.
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

Eminem
Back wit Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk
Fix your mugs, 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
Its a must I redeem my name n haters get mushed.
Bitch3s 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. Its ridiculous you curse at the thought
Cuz 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
Its elementary. The elephants have entered the room.
I venture to say we’re the center of attention its 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.

Chorus : Eminem
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle.
Don’t act like a snobby model.
You just hit the lotto.
O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe .
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes
Now wheres the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed there’s so many of them
and there’s really not that many of us.
Ladies love us, my posses kicking up dust.
Its on till the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk.

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 cant scratch, they 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.
I’ll be dammed, just f*cked 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

Chorus : Eminem
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle.
Don’t act like a snobby model .
You just hit the lotto.
O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe .
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes
Now wheres the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed there’s so many of them
and there’s really not that many of us.
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

50 Cent
It’s bottle after bottle
The money ain’t a thang when you party with me
Its what we into its 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 marajauan 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 f*ck
I spend it like it don’t mean nothing
Blow it like its supposed to be blown
Motherf*cker i’m grown
I stunt i style i flash the sh-t
I gets what the f*ck i want so what I trick
Fat ass burgundy bags classy sh-t Jimmy Cho shoes
I say move a bitch move

Chorus : Eminem
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle.
Don’t act like a snobby model .
You just hit the lotto.
O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe .
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes
Now wheres the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed there’s so many of them
and there’s really not that many of us.
Ladies love us, my posses kicking up dust.
Its on till the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk

Eminem Featuring 50 Cent & Dr Dre – Crack A Bottle Music Video

50 Cent – Get Up Lyric

Written by sky™ on Tuesday, October 28th, 2008 in 50 Cent.

50 Cent - Get Up
50 Cent – Get Up Lyric

(50 cent):

Chours 1:

Man I’m gonna do my thang,(Get up!)
It’s crazy in the club when I’m in there man. (Get up!)
trust me homie I’m not playin (Get up!)
now get on the dance floor off the chain
I say(Get up!)
I came to bring me that California love
and a lil new york hatin it’s all of the above
And when I’m playin I’m sayin I’m off the chain
you niggas better follow the instructions
I said (Get up!)

Verse 1:

I ball till i fall
I stunt till i drop
I’m off the show room floor
Not the used car lot
You buy a bottle
I buy the bar
I make every other week feel like mardi gras
When i get in to it
I get in to it
everybody can’t do it the way i do it
I make it rain (rain)
Till the sun come out
A nigga playin (playin)
we make the guns come out
Now, my question is
Who they gonna blame
when I’m back number one on the billboard again
shit, shift now the game done change
since Mike made thriller and Prince made purple rain
I guess I make the kids wanna slang
and NWA made the west coast bang
Nah it’s just music
man it’s just music
Now get your ass on the dance floor and move it

Chorus 2:

I have the savoir-faire
I’m the reason everybody here
I say(Get up!)
I make it hot, I make it hot in here
Your feet hurtin I really care
I said (Get up!)
I want to see yo, I want to see you move
and get all into the grove
I said(Get up!)
I’m getting money man I really don’t care
let me see you put your hands up in the air
I said(Get up!)

Verse 2:

Girl, you look good
I want get to know you better
You look good in them jeans and them red steletos
You got a bently
coup booty baby
I want to drive
see i tell you what mileage is
when i’m inside
i’ma take you for a spin
You know round and round
switch gears till your love come down
I take you to the point of no return
If you listen you learn
just how a nigga earn
I got money to burn
While the Gap Band play
she dropped the bomb on me
it’s up and down
and up and down
Gracefully
Rick James would have said she a brick house
or fifty you should go home to see
What that bitch bout
I found out she like it how I like it, huh,
back it up
get cha some
I know how to get you sprung
tune you up
use your tounge
under the hood it’s so good
she said it’s so good
goddamn I’m so hood
Nigga wattup

Chorus 2:

I have the savoir-faire
I’m the reason everybody here
I say (Get up!)
I make it hot, I make it hot in here
Your feet hurtin I really care
I said (Get up!)
I want to see, I want to see you move
and get all into the grove
I said (Get up!)
I’m getting money man I really don’t care
let me see you put your hands up in the air
I said (Get up!)

Outro:

And get into it
You are now rocking with the unit
I said (Get up!)
and get into it
we gonna show you just how we do it
I said (Get up!)
Aftermath, still shady aftermath
I said (Get up!)
Aftermath, still shady aftermath

50 Cent – Get Up Music Video



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