Champagne Wishes Lyrics - All Day Everyday - South Central Cartel

[ VERSE 1: Havikk the Rhime Son ] 

I'm high-class, wife got the mink and ( ? ) 

I'm drinkin Dom Perrignon bathtub all gold 

Roll a Lexus with the Rolex on my neck, it's 

Caviar, bubblebaths, hoes want to sex this 

Million dollar gee cause they all want to hang 

Givin up that putang cause all they see is the fame 

Or just riches, they just bitches, unlike snitches 

Penetration's what they get, ass stitches 

A stretch-limo on the all-gold Daytons 

Playa-hatin me is like hangin out with Satan 

I own my own jet so I can swerve to Thaiti, me and my lady 

And it's a trip how me and my homies been hangin lately 

I own a mansion, I'm stackin chips 

I'm eatin lobbster and crab leavin bigger tips 

'95 Explorer hittin corners on my cellular bent 

In my jaccuzzi, watchin a movie, my life is heaven-sent 

[ CHORUS: L.V. ] 

This is the life that I want to live 

Can't let nobody stop me 

Dom Perrignon, a little Alizé 

It's gon' be on, can't you see? 

Ladies on the left, ladies on the right 

This game is so exciting 

But it's to be sold and not to be told 

So grab your cabbage, homie 

[ VERSE 2: Prode'je ] 

I live the lifestyles of the ganster rich and the famous 

Mister Playa Playa, 13 hoes with mo' anus 

A black urban as I bounce in my suburban 

Lookin superb off o-x and I'm swervin 

So much bucks the hoes call me Scrooge McDuck 

I make the tricks quack to get a crack at the sack 

The '86 Lac in the back 

The sanitary white Lex-o 17 inch ( ? ) 

And I dare you to try to get with this 

I take baths in Moët and dry off with $1000 bills 

Still I invest in the hood 

Performin see's on the block 

Make the homies clock a knot 

And it don't stop 

My lifestyle's not petty, I rock steady 

Paid in full to get the pull 

And I should buy up the whole hood 

Then we could live lavish with the cabbage 

[ CHORUS ] 

[ VERSE 3: Havikk the Rhime Son ] 

I flew overseas just so I could see 

Prod and Mouthpiece put it down in italy 

And the hood had me feelin the pain with strain 

But things changed, now I'm the million dollar mane 

[ Prode'je ] 

Inhale, pistol grip on the hip, ten g's in the pocket 

Jump out the 454 and I locks it 

Eye-sockets upon my pocket 

Raise the pistol grip off my hip and unlocks it 

[ Rhime Son ] 

I Rhime Son rollin a cherry-black Impala 

And I ought to buy a blue, one a true one 

1996 hear the cheer from the front to the rear 

With caviar dreams in yo ear 

[ Prode'je ] 

And I hear all the rumours that's bein spread 

About where we headed and who we goes to bed with 

Even though I'm livin this million dollar life 

You better think twice before you get sliced 

[ CHORUS ]