笨小笨Shampain (Explicit)歌词由Juga-Naut演唱，出自专辑《Bem II (Explicit)》，下面是《Shampain (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Shampain (Explicit)歌词完整版
Drag me through the mud
Drag me through the rain
Drag me through the pleasure
Drag me through the pain
Oh what a shame, the things that we do for a chain
…………….:.::::::: take a big sip of the
champagneeee eyes glisten,
Are you wise? Who cares, do they listen,
Keep your eyes on the prize in the distance
Time flies and slides in an instance
.. I bridge the gap between,
A makeover or fractured dream
Is it playdoe or plasterseen,
Alfredo, pass the cream, greens match the beam
Laser light seen, lazy ties will detach the team,
Big Jugz basking in the stream,
Hand catch the bass .. you know the answer when your waiting and you have to ask, Pass the point, kneeling to your king with a fractured joint, stash the joint, Calculating factors and amass the coin
I’m Donald Pleasents with a great presence
Taste fesants, make history, take lessons
tapes in Eight seconds
Obscure reference, compensate for convalescence,
Ambidextrous, double weapons, smith & Wesson’s,
I grill peppers, peel the char, pickle, fill the jar
.She hugs me waist & feels the scar, lifes really hard
I play El Debage, forget my woes .perfect the shows
Mani Pedi with the flows, don’t forget my toes,
… I’m out the way you might see me In a week, I’m a fixture in their day and they see me when they sleep
CNN, CNBC, CBD
Double Gs, double double Ds, 3 & 3
Another year for me, another jump, another leep,
In other news, another other chump, another creep
Im wondering the street, I play the whispers on repeat, put the system in the jeep
You play the system or your cheat,
Loyal to a fault like the working dog,
I worked the long hours, kept my screws tight
Tryna turn the cog
Turn the bottle into empty or you burn the rock,
Or squirm through the rest of you time
Tryna turn the clock
Never back only forward, socially awkward,
Out town with with rich Auther’s, Joan Crawfords
Cindy Lauper, BB King playing Hawkwind,
Richard Dawkin, landline talking to Steven Hawking
Drag me through the mud
Drag me through the rain
Drag me through the pleasure
Drag me through the pain
Oh what a shame, the things that we do for a chain
…………….:.::::::: take a big sip of the
champagneeee eyes glisten,
Are you wise? Who cares, do they listen,
Keep your eyes on the prize in the distance
Time flies and slides in an instance
