Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Champagne , by - Chris Rock. Song from the album Roll With The New, in the genre Release date: 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! |