[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 Youll 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 Im kissing Don Julio The bitches 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 Im saying? Get out our way We dont got time to play Its the champagne boys No were 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 aint joking When we drink Champagne out on the dance floor Chickachicka Time to switch the rhyme Drink Champagne And you know its time Just ask Kane to party like its 99 Uh, yeah, uh [Verse 2 Tommy Gun] Its time to party Going rampage Why have Bacardi when there is Champagne? Lets get started Get the cork on the floor Drink a little more This is just like before When the party is over We must rearrange People passed out on the floor Looking deranged Lets get started Hit a new low Cleaning all this junk Its gonna be good yo [Verse 3 CC Humps] Now lets take a trip Down memory lane Drinking Champagne With Tryl, Tom and Kane It gets 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 cant wait then Yeah my name is Clayton But you can call me CC Humps Get that booty shaking I aint faking Champagne drink invasion This is the club hit Showing women love shit When Im rolling through the town People give me love bitch This is what Im rolling with Champagne this is it CC Humps was here And now Im leaving it [Verse 4 Kane] Kane likes the pep you see? I wouldnt want the coke to take the best of me Like my man Farley We dont get there tardy We impact largely We make glasses 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 Were pouring insane bucks Grind on our trucks It is not luck And we give no reason Our styles are just in season Aint got a good sense of smell But I think I can tell Theres someone in the back setting a spell I dont know what his name maybe Michael Miguel Im getting outta here fore it turns to hell I dont know what hes wishing But I grab the nition Whatever his mission But Im not gonna let him finish Take the barrel and Imma let him listen Give him a lesson From the sounds of Led from Zeppelin [Outro Tryl All] Whoa youve been drinking too much champagne Clayton CHAMPAGNE
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