Pass The Champagne

歌詞

Pass the champagne Pass the champagne Pass the champagne Pass the champagne Pass the champagne Pass the champagne Pass the champagne Here comes a brother, colorful like a rainbow A flame from a lingo, single to single The same row that's so scholastic and fantastic I'm plastic, my beats are bombastic Save the bull, I ain't a matador I'm a man of war, a carnivore MC ambassador Forget the shit that they asked ya I call lightly plastered, he's flaccid So I burn him like acid with the rhythm That's how I'm livin' When I'm given the mic mechanism And I'ma tell him as well Hell, I'ma swell him for yellin' With syllables to the cerebellum In other words, the brain and I reign So Blend, take the mic and pass the champagne Movin' oh so merrily along Andre's duck has been passed But now Dom Perignon is here You go, my brother, here's a glass of my neatness Greet this and keep this, my ooh-ooh sweetness Standing on top, when I talk, I won't stop this People will gawk when they flock my hip-hopness 'Cause suckers do back flips when I'm givin' rap tips 'Cause those with flip flap lips 'cause they simply lack this Like M-m-mister Mumble, crumble cookies One time veterans are now just my rookies Apprentice, lower than that which is under me So don't even step to me unless you plan to be Stifled and stunned when you meet someone so gifted Sounds so heavenly, your soul's been uplifted So take this cup and fill 'er up in the Blend's name And yo, Thrust, pass the champagne The tea's more black than a pimp on Jarvis Raise the flag on the pole, and I'ma start this Set your table, here's a fable from the green forest Who's living on like Morris My name rings a bell, sorta like a phone receiver I'm up like an attic, not a nerd like a Cleaver I'm a mac, you ain't nothin' but a subway singer At this time now, let's bring up the better nigga To sum it up, I set 'em straight Collect my money, then break Step to me, you'll be eatin' ass I'll be making more green than ass Those I passed, yo, they're left in pain So, yo, Spark, pass the champagne I'ma pass it to the left or I'll pass it to the right My name is Spark, and I've come to shed light To all these MC's that are stuck in the dark Grippin' the mic, tryna master my art Before I rhyme, I'll take a sip from my glass To show these people that I've got class 'Cause when I rhyme I like to get drunk 'Cause when I'm drunk I'm sure to kick better funk I like chillin' with Wes and his crew Droppin' dope lyrics when there's nothin' to do But most of all, I want a girl who's a cutie With nice round tits and a big firm bootie And I don't care if she's ugly or dopey So long as she can cook curry chicken and roti And I ain't care about no fage in our fin, K-Skam Pass the raw champagne This is the way the human race found me A small-taking entry from East L.A. county Down dope lyrics with Maestro and Dostay K-Skam raw man on wax, make no mistake 'Cause I can flow that go on and on Like L.L., I'm taking seconds out 'til the break of dawn Kill out phrases like germs and Listerine They call me K-Skam, the motherfuckin' gafflin' king Suckers tried to cross my line I pull out the gat and yell gafflin' time Never used to tame Yo, Flex? What's up G? Pass the champagne Take a sip of this drink, but boy you better stay sober The Maes is nice, but Flex is vexed so move over Don't drive a new jag, MC to drink a thing This but I manager, so I'ma stay You're a crackman, I'm a black man, so like PacMan, you bite me But when you win a Grammy, you best invite me 'Cause I remove the plaque like the shit on your teeth And hang it on my front door like a Christmas wreath I'll take your sloppy seconds, though don't think you're bad, Tex 'Cause if she ain't had Flex, she ain't never had sex Gifted like Santa, so that makes you an elf And by the way, I wrote these motherfuckin' lyrics myself So I'ma drain the champagne 'cause I got to go, player Yo Maes, I'm outta here like Kojak (Yo, this is my record, you my manager) (You can't be rappin' on my) What's up, man? (This my record, get him out of here) A manager cannot be rated if he can't relate it You know what I'm saying? (Get out the studio) Yo, check this out, check this out This ain't no Vanilla Ice, this is Chocolate Maes You know what I'm saying? Maes is nice We about to say peace out on behalf of the brothers Pass the champagne Pass the champagne Pass the champagne