Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Champagne Thoughts , by - D.I.T.C.. Song from the album D.I.T.C., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.02.2000
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Champagne Thoughts |
| Uh, uh What |
| What |
| Shh |
| Creeps, straight up Straight up |
| Y’all, laying in the cut |
| What! |
| Strangers I don’t trust |
| Peep out the scenery so I can adjust |
| Once was a fool |
| 'Til I learned the rules, the hard way |
| Peace by dukes, I was shook |
| Got slept, nowadays I’m keeping it stepped |
| But it ain’t to the point that I’m rocking a vest |
| I’m in this wellish * shit * 'til I die |
| Tiltin’I’m keeping it fly |
| On the rags staying out of the red |
| Blood, sweat with no tears |
| Two thou’head on, meeting it dead on Millennium, many dumb to the fact |
| You clap that Mush and I’m a bust right back |
| For realer, live * nigga *, shit in my eyes |
| If ya test my strength I’m a give you a surprise * nigga * |
| Some want the quiet type |
| I’m not the cat in the party that will start the fight |
| Chorus: repeat 2X |
| It’s just champagne thoughts (thoughts) |
| Man made to floss (word) |
| Vanity or lust (lust) |
| Weed makes more |
| Stick up the bank and make off with it all |
| Pick up the start where the others left off |
| Doing what I gotta do at any cause |
| Knowing life is short |
| Give or take a few blows with nuts to show |
| Sometimes you make friends especially when |
| The ends play a part out of nowhere |
| Skins at the bar |
| Sucking up Champagne is just like * shit * |
| Track wanna be wives, nothing but flies |
| Anybody applies when you stink like dough |
| Many take a sniff when they walk past O Or walk past 'Ness to L, Diamond or Buck |
| A.G and Show, that * nigga * Fat Joe |
| The ones giving head figure it count for dead |
| Prez pays offs, deep throat my crew you gon’stay whores |
| Goin’spots like swat, my entourage stepping through free of charge |
| Everybody watch bouncers clout the VIP |
| A space reserved for the whole D.I.T.C |
| Y’all Y’all (over last 2 lines of chorus) |
| I got G’s on mind Cream to blow at times |
| Weed smoke once in a blue, it’s something to do Whip around one deep in my LS4 |
| Shorty knows open wide like she sniffin’it raw |
| Got a loc crossed out, buckwilin’is a no, no Rap name O. C, Mush Shine be my M. O Just to find the means in the end |
| When it’s all set it s done, with a crib and keys to Benz |
| Twin now berettas serial straight to letters |
| World keep 'em ducked this side the white leather |
| Cyanide thought s make shots run off |
| Sabotage with the snitch that decided to talk |
| Greedy * niggas * get snatched by the Rico lords |
| Then the murder one stuck, when it rains it pours |
| Young cats with cigars and shot out jaws |
| Young black entrepreneurs read the violence of form |
| Chorus 3X (with ad-libs) |