J-Ro - Captain Hook lyrics

Verse One: Tash I knew this n***a 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 n***as through the rooftop Cause [------] only plays you if you R&B or 2Pac So one single later, he fallin out the game But before that n***a 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 n***as 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 n***a 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'mma tie his a** 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 a** 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 sh**, he just stole a flow from WC Now he's throwin up the dub I gotta catch the f**in scrub He'll go down like a sub cause I'mma cut him like a shrub He wants pub, yeah, he's all on Bla** He moved real fast on Snoop and Ras Ka** Chorus (J-Ro instead of Tash in the first half) Verse Four: J-Ro Now I'm in Atlanta, and his trail is hotter than a sausage I'm took late, he took Outkast out as a hostage 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 a**istance 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 a** Baten down the motherf**in hatches We gonna feed his a** to the gators But first we gonna Chorus: second half