Lyrics No Champagne - 4LYN

No Champagne

So here I come
Yo, save ya passengers from this critical-minded messenger
Right in front of your eyes
You see me standing with the mic in the right hand
Ain’t that alright, man?
(come on!)
5 buck entry and the drinks ain’t for free
Yo, the bartender’s trippin' and your girl is looking at me Typical — tropical heat, chewing gum on your seat
Oh, this happening sucks man, yes indeed
Tell me, what’s the reason
Yo, why do you came?
Yeah, why do you blame?
The band is giving everything
Now you say that it’s too loud
Do you think that it is silent when you shout?
Tell me, why the f*** are you here?
(oh yeah…)
You wanna criticize me?
I can feel it in the air
Adrenaline is rising, homes, yo Your anger is my air to breathe, and I can feel it in my bones
Pay for fame!
It’s a stickup, sucka, stickup kid!
(Fight, fight, fight me!)
Drink no champagne!
It’s a stickup, yo, it’s a stickup!
It’s a stickup, yo, it’s a stickup!
It’s a stickup, f***!
Yo, I hear you screaming for payback, b****, but I have to disappoint you
'Cause I dont swing tec’s or baseball bats
So I guess your skills gotta be the weapon to choose for you
And I won’t explain the rules 2 times for you
Wake up early, son, first come, first serve
Speak your sh**, but always keep something in reserve
The crowd wants to be entertained
So what’cha gonna be, boy?
A b-boy or a stain?
Pay for fame!
It’s a stickup, sucka, stickup kid!
(Fight, fight, fight me!)
Drink no champagne!
Pay!
Pay!
Pay for fame!
It’s a stickup, sucka, stickup kid!
(Fight, fight, fight me!)
Drink no champagne!
It’s a stickup, yo, it’s a stickup!
It’s a stickup, yo, it’s a stickup!
It’s a stickup, boy!