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Text písně No Champagne

(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,
Ain´t that aight,man (come on!!)
5 bucks entry and da drinks aren´t 4 free
The bartender´s trippin´and ya girl is lookin´at me
Typical - tropical heat...chewin´gum on ya seat...
Yeah,this happening sukks,yes indeed.


Tell me, what´s da reason,yo,
Why did u came ? why did 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?
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...)
with 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!!)


why do u scream 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 whatcha gonna be b-boy? A b-boy or a stain????


Pay 4 fame ...it´s da stikk-up-stukk-up-stikk-up-kid...
with no champagne! (it´s a stikk up,yo,it´s a stikk up,it´s a stikk-up,yo it´s a stikk-up
pay 4 fame
(...it´s da stikk-up-stukk-up-stikk-up-boy
wit no champagne
it´s a stikk up,yo,it´s a stikk up,it´s a stikk-up,yo it´s a stikk-up,its a stick up-boy