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 freshe
