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Chris Rock - Champagne lyrics
featuring Freedom Williams [Chris Rock] 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! *music fades in* 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? [singer takes over] 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) [Rock] Would you let the lady finish the song???!!! (big hats) [singer takes over] Now I'm a broke hoe with expensive tastes (you my hoe) 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 [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 *needle pulls across record and is cut off* [Chris Rock] What? Motherfucker what the fuck? *fight breaks out* *sample of Run-D.M.C. saying "I'm the kiiiiiing" keeps repeating* [Chris Rock] 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! *machine gun fire* Who da bumba claat? "Ohhh shit" For someone who is a Shaolin Monk your Kung-Fu's really lousy! *explosion, crackling glass* Boy, I'm three generations deep, in gangsterdom Three generations |
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