No Champagne

(are you ready,or what?)so here i comesave ya passengers from this critical-minded messenger.right in front of ya eyesu see me standin wit da mic in da right hand,ain’t that aight,man (come on!!)5 bucks entry and da drinks aren’t 4 freethe bartender’s trippin’and ya girl is lookin’at metypical – tropical heat…chewin’gum on ya seat…yeah,this happening sukks,yes indeed.
tell me, what’s da reason,yo,why do u came ? why do ya blame ?the band is giving everything.oh,now u say that it’s 2 loud…do u think that it is silent when u shout?tell me,why da fukk r u here?(oh yeah..)you wanna criticize me?yeah,i can feel it in the air…adrenaline is risin,homes,yo…ya anger is my air 2 breathe, and i can feel it in my bones…
pay 4 fame (…it’s da stikk-up-stukk-up-stikk-up-kid…)fight,fight,fight,fight me!
drink no champagne!(it’s a stikk up,yo,it’s a stikk up!it’s a stikk-up,yo,it’s a stikk-up….it’s a stikk-up,fukk!!)
yo,i hear ya screamin’4 payback,bitch,but i have 2 disapoint u ,cuz i dont swing tec’s or baseballbats…so i guess ya skills gotta be the weapon 2 choose 4 u,and i won’t explain da rules 2 times 4 u…wake up early,son,first come-first serve…speak your shit,but always keep something in reserve.the crowd wants 2 be entertained…so what’cha gonna be,b-boy? a b-boy or a stain????
pay 4 fame (…it’s da stikk-up-stukk-up-stikk-up-kid…)fight,fight,fight,fight me.
drink no champagne! (it’s a stikk up,yo,it’s a stikk up,it’s a stikk-up,yo it’s a stikk-up,it’s a stikk-up,boy!!….)