Настроить

Verse One: Tash 
I knew this nigga by the name of Captain Hook 
Who had a record deal but no lyrics in his book 
But everywhere you looked he had a poster for his single 
The one he bit the oldie track and stole the oldie jingle 
jangle, but I be comin from a different angle 
Cause I want that pot of gold below the hardcore rainbow 
But name your price and you'd be down to sell your moms 
I'm on a different level while the Devil grease your palms 
Sign your life away in ink, cause you think you got the talents 
But look at Hook's bank account and zero is the balance 
I repeat, ze-ro, peo-ple 
Cause he be worried bout his hook so he could get a spin from [------] 
[-----] but Rico, blow them type niggaz through the rooftop 
Cause [------] only plays you if you R&B or Tupac 
So one single later, he fallin out the game 
But before that nigga left, he left us his name 
Chorus: Tash 
Captain Hook, Captain, Captain, Captain Hook 
"spend a little time witcha rhymes" 
(repeat 2X) 
Drink drink, we drunk, we drunk, drunk 
Drink drink we drunk, we drunk drunk 
(repeat 2X) 
Verse Two: Tash 
And for your info, I can set it off to any tempo 
And have you niggaz puzzled while I make it look so simple 
Cause deep inside my mental I got stacks of lyrics hidden 
That's why I get the props that Captain Hooks don't be gettin 
Plus they be counterfeitin, styles straight scandals 
Spendin too much time tryin to party off the handle 
I bust to Orlando, tryin to better what I got (why) 
Cause I'm Tash the likwifyer here to take somebody's spot 
But not that nigga named Captain Hooks 
Cause he's the type of rapper, that's always worried bout his looks 
But overnight success don't impress the West that's freshest 
He need to take his cheese and invest in rappin lessons 
Or catch one for free right here on me 
Or catch me late Friday night on 92.3 
And after lesson three, if his style still stank 
I'ma tie his ass up and make him walk the plank 
Chorus 
Verse Three: J-Ro 
I was in my Likwid cruise ship, just sailin the seas 
When Captain Hook came and stole my steez 
Oh Hook, caught a left hook, for stealin my hook 
In no time he stole a rhyme out my notebook 
I'm the the Pacific Ocean, floatin 
Chasin his broken ass out to Oakland 
But WhoRidas said he came and stole they name 
And he got E-40's briefcase full of game 
So I, set myself back on the Ro's quest 
With the Farrahey brew up in the crow's nest 
He could see L.A., there was trouble you see 
Oh shit, he just stole a flow from WC 
Now he's throwin up the dub I gotta catch the fuckin scrub 
He'll go down like a sub cause I'ma cut him like a shrub 
He wants pub, yeah, he's all on Blass 
He moved real fast on Snoop and Ras Kass 
Chorus (J-Ro instead of Tash in the first half) 
Verse Four: J-Ro 
Now I'm Atlanta, and his trail is hotter than a sausage 
I'm too late, he took OutKast out to hockey 
I wonder could he squab with the Goodie MoB 
I think he got the best of me, just how many would he rob 
I floated out to Queens but it seems I just missed him 
They said he robbed Cool J for his boomin system 
He went to Shaolin and stole Method Man's bio 
and he buried everything somewhere in Ohio 
Bone Thugs saw him, at the Crossroad 
with a empty treasure chest that he was tryin to load 
He was last seen sailin, into the distance 
We gotta catch this crook and we need your assistance 
Yeah, if you happen to see this punk scallywag out there 
Don't try to aprehend him, just call Tha Liks 
And if you suddenly got some rhymes missin, you know who did it 
Captain Hook, yeah we gon catch his ass 
Baten down the motherfuckin hatches 
We gonna feed his ass to the gators 
But first we gonna 
Chorus: second half

Видео-клип к песне Captain Hook

Размести это видео у себя на сайте:

Код видео
скопирован в буфер