[Intro]

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

[Chorus]

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 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 and my posse's kicking up dust

It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk

[Verse 1: Eminem]

Ok, let's go

Back with Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk

Fix your must, you'll just be another one bit the dust

Just one of my mother's sons who got thrown under the bus

Kiss my butt, lick 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 and haters get mushed

Bitches lust, man they love me when I lay in the cutt

Fisticuffs, 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

[Chorus]

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 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 and my posse's kicking up dust

It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk

[Eminem]

Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dreeeeee!

[Verse 2: 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 damned, just fucked 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]

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 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 and my posse's kicking up dust

It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk

[Eminem]

And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent!!

[Verse 3: 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 marijuana, 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 Birkin bags, some classy shit

Jimmy Choo shoes, I say move a bitch move

[Chorus]

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 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 and my posse's kicking up dust

It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk