Champagne Lyrics
featuring Freedom Williams <br />
<br />
[Chris Rock] <br />
Yo man R&B sucks! <br />
I mean there's a couple of people that can flow <br />
but for the most part the genre sucks <br />
Just a bunch of people singin over rap beats <br />
Get a old rap record? Sing over it! <br />
Now everybody talk about their label label this label that hey <br />
Smokey Robinson wasn't singin about Motown! <br />
Listen the Isley Brothers wasn't goin 'Teaneck in the motherfuckin house!' <br />
The Jacksons wasn't singin about Epic <br />
because nobody gave a fuck! <br />
<br />
Hey, it's time for a record! Here goes! <br />
<br />
*music fades in* <br />
<br />
Ladies and gentlemen, I am the Bluff Daddy <br />
And this is a Black Boy exclusive <br />
Black Boy make you jump for joy, Black Boy make you jump for joy <br />
Sing! <br />
<br />
I, like champagne (feels good to my brain baby) <br />
Black <br />
I, like champagne <br />
What you drinkin? <br />
(drink it in the rain) <br />
I, love champagne <br />
Say it <br />
(say it once again) <br />
I, like champagne <br />
Yo baby you got any money? <br />
<br />
[singer takes over] <br />
Nigga I'm broke, and feelin kinda thirsty (too blad) <br />
Just smoked a blunt, and, I, feel, the worst way (Black Boy) <br />
My baby's father, brought me a case of St. Ide's (did you like it?) <br />
I said, 'I don't drink that shit nigga, you better recognize!' (Cristal) <br />
<br />
[Rock] Would you let the lady finish the song???!!! (big hats) <br />
<br />
[singer takes over] <br />
Now I'm a broke hoe with expensive tastes (you my hoe) <br />
I got six ankle chains around my waist (who bought them for you baby) <br />
Gotta get my sip on (get your sip on) cause that's my missi-on (you gotta get) <br />
Gotta get my champagne on, or I'm gonna get my bitch on (that's right) <br />
<br />
I, like champagne (feels good to my brain baby) <br />
I, like champagne <br />
Cristal! <br />
(drink it in the rai-ai-in) <br />
I, love champagne <br />
Say it again <br />
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(say it once again) <br />
I, like champagne (once again) <br />
Ladies and gentlemen, Freedom Williams <br />
<br />
[Freedom Williams] <br />
Enter the Dom/e of Perignon, I never been crept upon <br />
I'm on the mike and my word is bond (hoo hoo!) <br />
I'm the top the pinnacle, the echelon <br />
I'm never fallin (c'mon) and beat MC's with a baton <br />
The conniseur, I'm gonna do her over dinner <br />
(Black Boy make you jump for joy, Black Boy make you jump for joy) <br />
I said fine cigars, fresh fish, Alize toast <br />
(Black Boy make you jump for joy, Black Boy make you jump for joy) <br />
My lifestyle's ghost, when you see true enlightened men <br />
To MC's I incite and mend <br />
<br />
*needle pulls across record and is cut off* <br />
[Chris Rock] What? Motherfucker what the fuck? <br />
*fight breaks out* <br />
*sample of Run-D.M.C. saying "I'm the kiiiiiing" keeps repeating* <br />
[Chris Rock] Fuck who the hell are you? "I'm the kiiiiiing" <br />
I'm only gonna ask one last time <br />
Who the fuck are you? "I'm the kiiiiiing" <br />
Stop hitting me! Stop! <br />
*machine gun fire* <br />
Who da bumba claat? <br />
"Ohhh shit" <br />
<br />
For someone who is a Shaolin Monk <br />
your Kung-Fu's really lousy! <br />
*explosion, crackling glass* <br />
<br />
Boy, I'm three generations deep, in gangsterdom <br />
Three generations
