record and is cut off] [Chris Rock] What? Motherfucker what the fuck? [fight breaks out] [sample of Run-D.M.C. saying "I'm the kiiiiiing" keeps repeating] [Chris Rock
I love champagne} Once again ... (Ladies and gentlemen, Kool Rock Ski!) [Kool Rock Ski] I drink champagne in the day! (Really) I drink champagne at the
Traduzione: Rock, Chris. Niente sesso (In The Champagne Room).
Traduzione: Rock, Chris. Champagne.
Traduzione: Rock, Chris. Champagne (Dirty / video Version).
Traduzione: Rock, Chris. Niente sesso (In The Champagne Room (Feat. Gerald Levert).
Traduzione: Rock, Chris. Champagne (Feat. Libertà Williams).
cops only two G's I paid the SWAT Team a cool three to mop your top like Chewy Or the Ewok in the movie, even Chris Rock said I'm cooky Now check my plot
for the takin While they runnin they face, I'm lettin the plan bake Formulate, now look at the plot, we got more and more shit that's hot, show to rock
you paid the cops only two G's I paid the SWAT Team a cool three to mop your top like Chewy Or the Ewok in the movie, even Chris Rock said I'm cooky Now
in the Champagne Room.. NONE! Oh there's CHAMPAGNE in the Champagne Room But you don't want champagne.. you want sex And there's NO sex.. in the Champagne
call me Chris Webber Scary, wise, I'm way past terror I make like Jay-Z, then Roc-a-Fella Rock 'em out the club Then buy 'em a bottle of champagne From
I win, I'm that rhyme, veteran with that Nighttime Sniffly Sneezin Rest Your Head, Medicine See me live rock on Keenan, and even, Letterman Rock Chris Rock
(feat. Mr. Black) [Chris Kelly] Now I'm known to rock a party, and turn a party out (ho!) A nappy headed little nigga representin' for the South When
Know it's a sin Revealin' skin But i gotta do that shit just to fufill the fantasy Thirty grand To the highest bidder But chris rock said There's no sex in the champagne
(feat. Peedi Crakk, Black Thought, Tu Phace, Young Chris) [Intro: Peedi Crakk] Hot shyt, hot shyt, come and get it, come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
it wasn't in the budget We took it to Jazzy Jeff, the brother couldn't cut it I wonder who 'gon knock it, the world 'gon rock it The squad 'gon pop it
say what, that nigga's the man With his manager Chris and the label that Jams Still flossin', showin' your rocks Ain't you dudes heard grimey man, we