• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• No Champagne - 4lyn
• No Champagne - 4 Lyn
• No Champagne - Frankmusik

(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 do u came ? why do 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?
yeah,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...)
fight,fight,fight,fight me!
drink 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,fukk!!)
yo,I hear ya screamin´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 what´cha gonna be,b-boy? A b-boy or a stain????
pay 4 fame (...it´s da stikk-up-stukk-up-stikk-up-kid...)fight,fight,fight,fight me.
drink 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!!....)

(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 sucks 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 fuck 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 stick up, yo
It's a stick up it's a stick-up, yo
It's a stick up it's a stick-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 stick-up-stuck-up-stick-up-kid
With no champagne
It's a stick up, yo
It's a stick up it's a stckk up yo it's a stikk-up pay 4 fame
(...it's da stick-up-stuck-up-stick-up-boy
With no champagne
It's a stick up, yo it's a stick up
It's a stick up, yo it's a stick up
It's a stick up-boy

Say it ain't so
I think you're leaving
And now life won't be the same
You're letting go of all our dreaming
And now there's only me to blame
And there'll be no champagne
That can take away my pain
Why do I do this, do this
Always be useless, useless
And there'll be no champagne
That can take away my pain
Why do I do this, do this
Always be foolish, foolish
Try to keep
Our ship from sinking
It's not so easy by myself
I fight no more
My love is sleeping
I'm rich
But not so much in wealth
And there'll be no champagne
That can take away my pain
Why do I do this, do this
Always be useless, useless
There'll be no champagne
That can take away my pain
Why do I do this, do this
Always be foolish, foolish in love
Why do I do this
Why do I do this
And I'm lost in visions
Of my wrong decisions
And I'm lost in visions
Of my wrong decisions
And there'll be no champagne
That can take away my pain
Why do I do this, do this
Always be useless, useless
And there'll be no champagne
That can take away my pain
Why do I do this, do this
Always be foolish, foolish
There'll be no champagne