Yo Kev - Champagne Jerry, Ad Rock

YO KEVIN!

YO KEVIN!

YO KEVIN!

Don’t care what yr real name is I’mma call you Kevin

You could be Gary, Mark, Dan, Yorvit, Stephan

The way yr crowding up on me, steppin

Yo, yr name must be Kevin

CHAMPAGNE JERRY: I’m like the ConEd of pussy ON IT!

I’m like the public enemy of pussy, WANTED

I got more pics of myself with celebrities than a pizza shop owner

I’mma Lena Dunham this shit, Tyler Perry this shit

Give America its first boner

You know the fly spot where they got the champagne?

It’s in my mouth!

Let’s fill it up again

I get tons of sex wearing my dad jeans

All of Taylor Swift’s songs are about me

AD-ROCK:

Ad-Rock, Champagne Jizzle

Bacon in the pan, non-stop sizzle

Pies and Thighs, we got Wise chips

Fresh to death, freshly dipped

Like Minty Fresh I got beats for days

Steady dripping on a purple haze

Freixenet, Korbel, Moet

Buckets of champale and that’s a bet

Quick fast, home runs in hurry

My mellow my man and that Champagne Jurrry

Catch Club, fast love, we fly high on the wings of a dove

Pop bottles so hard got carpel tunnel

All day every day brunch

Sucker motherfuckers don’t know what’s real

Jerry Jer, what’s the deal?

CHAMPAGNE JERRY: I got so much champagne in my mouth I can’t even talk

Champagne in my hollow leg and I can’t even walk

If the world is the Craft, then I’m yr Fairuza Balk

You got cracks in yr raps?

CJ’s your caulk

Give me all your OMGs, fucking keep all the LOLs

Champagne Jerry, Ad Rock, all we do is ball

YO KEVIN!

YO KEVIN!

YO KEVIN!

Don’t care what yr real name is I’mma call you Kevin

You could be Gary, Mark, Dan, Yorvit, Stephan

The way yr crowding up on me, steppin

Yo, yr name must be Kevin