Текст песни Tha Alkaholiks - Captain Hook
Tha Alkaholiks - Captain Hook слова песни
Verse One: TashI knew this nigga by the name of Captain HookWho had a record deal but no lyrics in his bookBut everywhere you looked he had a poster for his singleThe one he bit the oldie track and stole the oldie jinglejangle, but I be comin from a different angleCause I want that pot of gold below the hardcore rainbowBut name your price and you`d be down to sell your momsI`m on a different level while the Devil grease your palmsSign your life away in ink, cause you think you got the talentsBut look at Hook`s bank account and zero is the balanceI repeat, ze-ro, peo-pleCause he be worried bout his hook so he could get a spin from [------][-----] but Rico, blow them type niggaz through the rooftopCause [------] only plays you if you R&B or TupacSo one single later, he fallin out the gameBut before that nigga left, he left us his nameChorus: TashCaptain Hook, Captain, Captain, Captain Hook "spend a little time witcha rhymes"(repeat 2X)Drink drink, we drunk, we drunk, drunkDrink drink we drunk, we drunk drunk(repeat 2X)Verse Two: TashAnd for your info, I can set it off to any tempoAnd have you niggaz puzzled while I make it look so simpleCause deep inside my mental I got stacks of lyrics hiddenThat`s why I get the props that Captain Hooks don`t be gettinPlus they be counterfeitin, styles straight scandalsSpendin too much time tryin to party off the handleI bust to Orlando, tryin to better what I got (why)Cause I`m Tash the likwifyer here to take somebody`s spotBut not that nigga named Captain HooksCause he`s the type of rapper, that`s always worried bout his looksBut overnight success don`t impress the West that`s freshestHe need to take his cheese and invest in rappin lessonsOr catch one for free right here on meOr catch me late Friday night on 92.3And after lesson three, if his style still stankI`ma tie his ass up and make him walk the plankChorusVerse Three: J-RoI was in my Likwid cruise ship, just sailin the seasWhen Captain Hook came and stole my steezOh Hook, caught a left hook, for stealin my hookIn no time he stole a rhyme out my notebookI`m the the Pacific Ocean, floatinChasin his broken ass out to OaklandBut WhoRidas said he came and stole they nameAnd he got E-40`s briefcase full of gameSo I, set myself back on the Ro`s questWith the Farrahey brew up in the crow`s nestHe could see L.A., there was trouble you seeOh shit, he just stole a flow from WCNow he`s throwin up the dub I gotta catch the fuckin scrubHe`ll go down like a sub cause I`ma cut him like a shrubHe wants pub, yeah, he`s all on BlassHe moved real fast on Snoop and Ras KassChorus (J-Ro instead of Tash in the first half)Verse Four: J-RoNow I`m in Atlanta, and his trail is hotter than a sausageI`m took late, he took Outkast out as a hostageI wonder could he squab with the Goodie MoBI think he got the best of me, just how many would he robI floated out to Queens but it seems I just missed himThey said he robbed Cool J for his boomin systemHe went to Shaolin and stole Method Man`s bioand he buried everything somewhere in OhioBone Thugs saw him, at the Crossroadwith a empty treasure chest that he was tryin to loadHe was last seen sailin, into the distanceWe gotta catch this crook and we need your assistanceYeah, if you happen to see this punk scallywag out thereDon`t try to aprehend him, just call Tha LiksAnd if you suddenly got some rhymes missin, you know who did itCaptain Hook, yeah we gon catch his assBaten down the motherfuckin hatchesWe gonna feed his ass to the gatorsBut first we gonnaChorus: second half