Mike Cla**ic - Shampain lyrics

[Verse 1: Ransom] It's hard to be a success if you never was And I never was The greatest thing I ever did was put on some leather gloves And selling d** for this ghetto love But instead of love, I got the dead above looking down on this petty thug Never budge is what I tell a judge, slouchin' in my seat I think I said enough f** 'em Look in my face, my eyes red as blood, it's nothin' Mr. Nickels ain't known for lettin' up, so cuff 'em You think this champagne I'm spillin' is the reason I'm a villain Believe that I'm appealing because the green is to the ceilin' I'm fiendin' for a million My champagne wishes and caviar dreams fulfillin' I'm finna make a k**in' But still I'm by that building where these n***as try to k** 'em Cause when he's not around is when his n***as never feel him I know they sick of hearing Ran's name, he always talking about his damn pain Shampain [Hook: Mike Cla**ic] Take a little sip, all you really need is a bottle of the (Champagne) I don't know if you be drunk, or be high, if you low, all you really need is some (Champagne) Champagne, champagne, champagne (Champagne) All you really need is some, all you really need is some (Champagne) [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Yea, all they heard was exhaust pipes Being broke at 40 give a n***a the frostbites Everybody just can't be living the boss life If it's good, then cop the whole thing if it cost right Breeze through, shoot past, shorties'll shoot fast Bubbly, but it don't come in the flute gla** You smell it and it's already lit Plus you controllin' the crowd so they know you legit Name speak for itself so they know who you with By the time you see the sparkles, you already hit Real sh** Similar but it's different, drippin' instead of sippin' For every bottle you pop there's a n***a slippin' the clip in Still plottin', itchin', pill poppin', and sniffin' s**a n***a is just watchin' and wishin' Sad part about it, it's a damn shame Cause all he needs is a little bit of champagne [Hook: Mike Cla**ic] [Verse 3: Raekwon] We like the trench coat mafia, flesh from Czechoslovakia All the guns with alcohol and sake, huh Criminals pa**, who's show improves?, we up to date No flakin' no moves, the n***as'll lake you in two Pa** by the Caesars in Vegas My shooters is waiters With magnums on strap, splittin' potatoes Was a rough road I rose Now we in roses froze What it do cat daddy? I told you out the (?) To live in luxury past the treys Gold joints, we kings from violent plays Cigars we wizards who only wear (?) (?) straps on Champion hoods, this ours A town where they live comfortable We come through, frontin' through We always in somethin' if somethin' new Drinkin' at the stadium, philosophical theories Thinkin' 'bout fixing the World Series Here me? [Outro: Ransom] If the money and the fame don't take away the pain, it's a God damn shame (Shampain) We been workin' for these whips, tryin' to get a nice chain, now that's what I call slave (Shampain) It don't matter if you down or up, we pourin' bottles out in them hallways (Shampain) Livin' in this hell long enough will make you want to take away the Shampain [Hook: Mike Cla**ic]