[Chorus: Eminem]
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 ridin'✦ shotgun✦ and no, not one of 'em got clothes✦
Now, where's✦ the rubbers?✦ Who's got the rubbers?✦
I noticed✦ there's✦ so many✦ of 'em and there's✦ really✦ not that many✦ of us
And ladies✦ love us, my posse's✦ kickin'✦ up dust
It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting✦ this party✦ from dusk
[Interlude: Eminem]
Ladies✦ and gentlemen
Dr. Dre
[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
They see that low rider✦ go by, they're like, "Oh my" (Woo)
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
Drivin'✦ '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 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✦
Uh-oh,✦ Uh-oh,✦ bitches✦ hoppin'✦ in my Tahoe
Got one ridin'✦ shotgun✦ and no, not one of 'em got clothes✦
Now, where's✦ the rubbers?✦ Who's got the rubbers?✦
I noticed✦ there's✦ so many✦ of 'em and there's✦ really✦ not that many✦ of us
And ladies✦ love us, my posse's✦ kickin'✦ up dust
It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting✦ this party✦ from dusk
[Interlude: Eminem]
And I take great pleasure in introducing
50 Cent
[Verse 3: 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 Chandon, burn marijuan', do what you want
Nigga,✦ on and on 'til the break of what?
Get the paper,✦ man, I'm cakin',✦ you know I don't give a fuck
I spend it like it don't mean nothin'✦
Blow it like it's supposed to be blown, motherfucker, I'm grown
I stunt, I style, I flash the shit (Uh-huh)
I gets what the fuck I want, so what I trick? (Yeah)
Fat-ass✦ Birkin✦ bags, some classy✦ shit (Haha)✦
Jimmy✦ Choo 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✦
Uh-oh,✦ uh-oh,✦ bitches✦ hoppin'✦ in my Tahoe
Got one ridin'✦ shotgun✦ and no, not one of 'em got clothes✦
Now, where's✦ the rubbers?✦ Who's got the rubbers?✦
I noticed✦ there's✦ so many✦ of 'em and there's✦ really✦ not that many✦ of us
And ladies✦ love us, my posse's✦ kickin'✦ up dust
It's on 'til the break of dawn and we're starting✦ this party✦ from dusk