No Champagne - 4LYN

So here I come

Yo, save ya passengers from this critical-minded messenger

Right in front of your eyes

You see me standing with the mic in the right hand

Ain’t that alright, man?

(come on!)

5 buck entry and the drinks ain’t for free

Yo, the bartender’s trippin' and your girl is looking at me Typical — tropical heat, chewing gum on your seat

Oh, this happening sucks man, yes indeed

Tell me, what’s the reason

Yo, why do you came?

Yeah, why do you blame?

The band is giving everything

Now you say that it’s too loud

Do you think that it is silent when you shout?

Tell me, why the f*** are you here?

(oh yeah…)

You wanna criticize me?

I can feel it in the air

Adrenaline is rising, homes, yo Your anger is my air to breathe, and I can feel it in my bones

Pay for fame!

It’s a stickup, sucka, stickup kid!

(Fight, fight, fight me!)

Drink no champagne!

It’s a stickup, yo, it’s a stickup!

It’s a stickup, yo, it’s a stickup!

It’s a stickup, f***!

Yo, I hear you screaming for payback, b****, but I have to disappoint you

'Cause I dont swing tec’s or baseball bats

So I guess your skills gotta be the weapon to choose for you

And I won’t explain the rules 2 times for you

Wake up early, son, first come, first serve

Speak your sh**, but always keep something in reserve

The crowd wants to be entertained

So what’cha gonna be, boy?

A b-boy or a stain?

Pay for fame!

It’s a stickup, sucka, stickup kid!

(Fight, fight, fight me!)

Drink no champagne!

Pay!

Pay!

Pay for fame!

It’s a stickup, sucka, stickup kid!

(Fight, fight, fight me!)

Drink no champagne!

It’s a stickup, yo, it’s a stickup!

It’s a stickup, yo, it’s a stickup!

It’s a stickup, boy!