no champagne - 4lyn
(are you ready,or what?)
so here i come
save ya passengers from
this critical-minded messenger.
right in front of ya eyes
u see me standin wit
da mic in da right hand,
aint that aight, man (come on!!)
5 bucks entry
and da drinks arent 4 free
the bartenders trippinand ya
girl is lookinat me
typical tropical heat...
chewingum on ya seat...
yeah,this happening sukks,
yes indeed.
tell me, whats 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!
(its 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 screamin4 payback,
fuck, but i have 2 disapoint u ,
cuz i don't swing tecs or baseballbats...
so i guess ya skills gotta
be the weapon 2 choose 4 u,
and i wont 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 whatcha 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!)