Текст песни South Central Cartel - Champagne Wishes
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[ VERSE 1: Havikk the Rhime Son ]I`m high-class, wife got the mink and ( ? )I`m drinkin Dom Perrignon bathtub all goldRoll a Lexus with the Rolex on my neck, it`sCaviar, bubblebaths, hoes wanna sex thisMillion dollar gee cause they all wanna hangGivin up that putang cause all they see is the fameOr just riches, they just bitches, unlike snitchesPenetration`s what they get, ass stitchesA stretch-limo on the all-gold DaytonsPlaya-hatin me is like hangin out with SatanI own my own jet so I can swerve to Thaiti, me and my ladyAnd it`s a trip how me and my homies been hangin latelyI own a mansion, I`m stackin chipsI`m eatin lobbster and crab leavin bigger tips`95 Explorer hittin corners on my cellular bentIn my jaccuzzi, watchin a movie, my life is heaven-sent[ CHORUS: L.V. ]This is the life that I want to liveCan`t let nobody stop meDom Perrignon, a little AlizйIt`s gon` be on, can`t you see?Ladies on the left, ladies on the rightThis game is so excitingBut it`s to be sold and not to be toldSo grab your cabbage, homie[ VERSE 2: Prode`je ]I live the lifestyles of the ganster rich and the famousMister Playa Playa, 13 hoes with mo` anusA black urban as I bounce in my suburbanLookin superb off o-x and I`m swervinSo much bucks the hoes call me Scrooge McDuckI make the tricks quack to get a crack at the sackThe `86 Lac in the backThe sanitary white Lex-o 17 inch ( ? )And I dare you to try to get with thisI take baths in Moлt and dry off with $1000 billsStill I invest in the hoodPerformin c`s on the blockMake the homies clock a knotAnd it don`t stopMy lifestyle`s not petty, I rock steadyPaid in full to get the pullAnd I should buy up the whole hoodThen we could live lavish with the cabbage[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3: Havikk the Rhime Son ]I flew overseas just so I could seeProd and Mouthpiece put it down in italyAnd the hood had me feelin the pain with strainBut things changed, now I`m the million dollar mane[ Prode`je ]Inhale, pistol grip on the hip, ten g`s in the pocketJump out the 454 and I locks itEye-sockets upon my pocketRaise the pistol grip off my hip and unlocks it[ Rhime Son ]I Rhime Son rollin a cherry-black ImpalaAnd I ought to buy a blue, one a true one1996 hear the cheer from the front to the rearWith caviar dreams in yo ear[ Prode`je ]And I hear all the rumours that`s bein spreadedAbout where we headed and who we goes to bed withEven though I`m livin this million dollar lifeYou better think twice before you get sliced[ CHORUS ]