Maestro Fresh Wes - Pass The Champagne Lyrics
Pass the champagnePass the champagnePass the champagnePass the champagnePass the champagnePass the champagnePass the champagneHere comes a brother, colorful like a rainbowA flame from a lingo, single to singleThe same row that's so scholastic and fantasticI'm plastic, my beats are bombasticSave the bull, I ain't a matadorI'm a man of war, a carnivoreMC ambassadorForget the shit that they asked yaI call lightly plastered, he's flaccidSo I burn him like acid with the rhythmThat's how I'm livin'When I'm given the mic mechanismAnd I'ma tell him as wellHell, I'ma swell him for yellin'With syllables to the cerebellumIn other words, the brain and I reignSo Blend, take the mic and pass the champagneMovin' oh so merrily alongAndre's duck has been passedBut now Dom Perignon is hereYou go, my brother, here's a glass of my neatnessGreet this and keep this, my ooh-ooh sweetnessStanding on top, when I talk, I won't stop thisPeople will gawk when they flock my hip-hopness'Cause suckers do back flips when I'm givin' rap tips'Cause those with flip flap lips 'cause they simply lack thisLike M-m-mister Mumble, crumble cookiesOne time veterans are now just my rookiesApprentice, lower than that which is under meSo don't even step to me unless you plan to beStifled and stunned when you meet someone so giftedSounds so heavenly, your soul's been upliftedSo take this cup and fill 'er up in the Blend's nameAnd yo, Thrust, pass the champagneThe tea's more black than a pimp on JarvisRaise the flag on the pole, and I'ma start thisSet your table, here's a fable from the green forestWho's living on like MorrisMy name rings a bell, sorta like a phone receiverI'm up like an attic, not a nerd like a CleaverI'm a mac, you ain't nothin' but a subway singerAt this time now, let's bring up the better niggaTo sum it up, I set 'em straightCollect my money, then breakStep to me, you'll be eatin' assI'll be making more green than assThose I passed, yo, they're left in painSo, yo, Spark, pass the champagneI'ma pass it to the left or I'll pass it to the rightMy name is Spark, and I've come to shed lightTo all these MC's that are stuck in the darkGrippin' the mic, tryna master my artBefore I rhyme, I'll take a sip from my glassTo show these people that I've got class'Cause when I rhyme I like to get drunk'Cause when I'm drunk I'm sure to kick better funkI like chillin' with Wes and his crewDroppin' dope lyrics when there's nothin' to doBut most of all, I want a girl who's a cutieWith nice round tits and a big firm bootieAnd I don't care if she's ugly or dopeySo long as she can cook curry chicken and rotiAnd I ain't care about no fage in our fin, K-SkamPass the raw champagneThis is the way the human race found meA small-taking entry from East L.A. countyDown dope lyrics with Maestro and DostayK-Skam raw man on wax, make no mistake'Cause I can flow that go on and onLike L.L., I'm taking seconds out 'til the break of dawnKill out phrases like germs and ListerineThey call me K-Skam, the mother*****in' gafflin' kingSuckers tried to cross my lineI pull out the gat and yell gafflin' timeNever used to tameYo, Flex? What's up G? Pass the champagneTake a sip of this drink, but boy you better stay soberThe Maes is nice, but Flex is vexed so move overDon't drive a new jag, MC to drink a thingThis but I manager, so I'ma stayYou're a crackman, I'm a black man, so like PacMan, you bite meBut when you win a Grammy, you best invite me'Cause I remove the plaque like the shit on your teethAnd hang it on my front door like a Christmas wreathI'll take your sloppy seconds, though don't think you're bad, Tex'Cause if she ain't had Flex, she ain't never had sexGifted like Santa, so that makes you an elfAnd by the way, I wrote these mother*****in' lyrics myselfSo I'ma drain the champagne 'cause I got to go, playerYo Maes, I'm outta here like Kojak(Yo, this is my record, you my manager)(You can't be rappin' on my)What's up, man?(This my record, get him out of here)A manager cannot be rated if he can't relate itYou know what I'm saying?(Get out the studio)Yo, check this out, check this outThis ain't no Vanilla Ice, this is Chocolate MaesYou know what I'm saying?Maes is niceWe about to say peace out on behalf of the brothersPass the champagnePass the champagnePass the champagne
