One (Tryl & Kane) - Champagne lyrics

[Intro: Tryl] Yeah, uh huh This that party song yeah CC Humps, Kane, Tom and Tryl When we in the club yeah we keep it real Yeah, uh huh Party time Uh huh, uh huh yeah You'll hear this in all the clubs Yup, cool, alright here I go [Verse 1: Tryl] I walk in the club What? I meant the studio Rap is what I love While I'm kissing Don Julio The b**hes give me hugs What rhymes with Julio? Ohhhhhh Every time when I drink Champagne I party all night and all day Every time when I drink Champagne I party with Clay, Tom and Kane You know what I'm saying? Get out our way We don't got time to play It's the champagne boys No we're not gay But we poppin' bottles open It gets the ladies soaking You can bet your bottom dollar That I be getting ladies hoping to get with me You know I ain't joking When we drink Champagne out on the dance floor Chicka-chicka Time to switch the rhyme Drink Champagne And you know it's time Just ask Kane to party like its '99 Uh, yeah, uh [Verse 2: Tommy Gun] It's time to party Going rampage Why have Bacardi when there is Champagne? Let's get started Get the cork on the floor Drink a little more This is just like before When the party is over We must re-arrange People pa**ed out on the floor Looking deranged Let's get started Hit a new low Cleaning all this junk It's gonna be good yo [Verse 3: CC Humps] Now let's take a trip Down memory lane Drinking Champagne With Tryl, Tom and Kane It get's real crazy Yeah we go insane Cause if you lose nothing you got nothing to gain Get the new year celebration Through the nation Get to drink Champagne So I can't wait then Yeah my name is Clayton But you can call me CC Humps Get that booty shaking I ain't faking Champagne drink invasion This is the club hit Showing women love sh** When I'm rolling through the town People give me love b**h This is what I'm rolling with Champagne this is it CC Humps was here And now I'm leaving it [Verse 4: Kane] Kane likes the pep you see? I wouldn't want the coke to take the best of me Like my man Farley We don't get there tardy We impact largely We make gla**es become hollow Or straight from the bottle Girls so shallow They gotta drown in a cup Can someone tell me what is enough I need to measure 'fore my brain erupts We're pouring insane bucks Grind on our trucks It is not luck And we give no reason Our styles are just in season Ain't got a good sense of smell But I think I can tell There's someone in the back setting a spell I don't know what his name maybe Michael Miguel I'm getting outta here 'fore it turns to hell I don't know what he's wishing But I grab the 'nition Whatever his mission But I'm not gonna let him finish Take the barrel and I'mma let him listen Give him a lesson From the sounds of Led from Zeppelin [Outro: Tryl (All)] Whoa you've been drinking too much champagne Clayton (CHAMPAGNE)