Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Champagne, artist - Chris Rock. Album song Roll With The New, in the genre
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dreamworks
Song language: English
Champagne |
Yo man, R&B sucks! |
I mean there’s a couple of people that can flow |
But for the most part, the genre sucks |
Just a bunch of people singin over rap beats |
Get a old rap record? |
Sing over it! |
Now everybody talk about their label, label this, label that, hey |
Smokey Robinson wasn’t singin about Motown! |
Listen, the Isley Brothers wasn’t goin, 'Teaneck in the motherfuckin house!' |
The Jacksons wasn’t singin about Epic |
Because nobody gave a fuck! |
Hey, it’s time for a record! |
Here goes! |
Ladies and gentlemen, I am the Bluff Daddy |
And this is a Black Boy exclusive |
Black Boy make you jump for joy, Black Boy make you jump for joy |
Sing! |
I, like champagne (feels good to my brain baby) |
Black |
I, like champagne |
What you drinkin? |
(drink it in the rain) |
I, love champagne |
Say it |
(say it once again) |
I, like champagne |
Yo baby you got any money? |
Nigga I’m broke, and feelin kinda thirsty (too blad) |
Just smoked a blunt, and, I, feel, the worst way (Black Boy) |
My baby’s father, brought me a case of St. Ide’s (did you like it?) |
I said, 'I don’t drink that shit nigga, you better recognize!' |
(Cristal) |
Would you let the lady finish the song!!! |
(big hats) |
Now I’m a broke ho with expensive tastes (you my ho) |
I got six ankle chains around my waist (who bought them for you baby) |
Gotta get my sip on (get your sip on) cause that’s my missi-on (you gotta get) |
Gotta get my champagne on, or I’m gonna get my bitch on (that's right) |
I, like champagne (feels good to my brain baby) |
I, like champagne |
Cristal! |
(drink it in the rai-ai-in) |
I, love champagne |
Say it again |
(say it once again) |
I, like champagne (once again) |
Ladies and gentlemen, Freedom Williams |
Enter the Dom/e of Perignon, I never been crept upon |
I’m on the mike and my word is bond (hoo hoo!) |
I’m the top the pinnacle, the echelon |
I’m never fallin (c'mon) and beat MC’s with a baton |
The conniseur, I’m gonna do her over dinner |
(Black Boy make you jump for joy, Black Boy make you jump for joy) |
I said fine cigars, fresh fish, Alize toast |
(Black Boy make you jump for joy, Black Boy make you jump for joy) |
My lifestyle’s ghost, when you see true enlightened men |
To MC’s I incite and mend |
What? |
Motherfucker what the fuck? |
Fuck who the hell are you? |
«I'm the kiiiiiing» |
I’m only gonna ask one last time |
Who the fuck are you? |
«I'm the kiiiiiing» |
Stop hitting me! |
Stop! |
Who da bumba claat? |
«Ohhh shit» |
For someone who is a Shaolin Monk |
Your Kung-Fu's really lousy! |
Boy, I’m three generations deep, in gangsterdom |
Three generations! |