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 - Композиторы:
 - Young
 - Andre Romell/parker
 - Dawaun W./mathers
 - Marshall/jackson
 - Curtis James/batson
 - Mark Christopher/lawrence
 - Trevor Anthony/renard
 - Jean
 
- Жанры:
 - Hip-Hop
 
- Теги:
 - 50 cent
 - eminem
 - rap
 
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Переводы песни Crack A Bottle:
украинскийEminem - Текст песни Crack A Bottle
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!
 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 em got close
 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 wonder 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.
 Bitches 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 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.
 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 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 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're sick of me.Eminem - Crack A Bottle - http://ru.motolyrics.com/eminem/crack-a-bottle-lyrics.html
 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 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
 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 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
 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 it's supposed to be blown
 Mother fucker I'm grown
 I stunt I style I flash the sh-t
 I gets what the fuck I want so what I trick
 Fat as- burgundy bags classy shit Jimmy Choos 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
 O-oh o-oh, bitches 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













