| Intro:
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| Are you ready to boldly go,
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| where no family has gone before?
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| The Ghetto Enterprise has landed.
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| Captain Kirk has arrived, I repeat,
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| Captain Kirk, has arrived.
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| Women, if you’re lucky, Captain Kirk will save you,
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| and beam your loved ones to the fortune and fame you
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| are lookin’for. |
| I mean the next generation, ya’heard me?
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| Are you ready?
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| 1st Verse:
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| Master P:
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| Somebody musta’told these hoes I was a muthafuckin’rapper,
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| but will they jus’tell them hoes that I was a muthafuckin'
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| captain?
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| All the bitches I done broke fo’they bank,
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| I got so many cocktales I need a muthafuckin’fish tank.
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| I got hoes like acorns fallin’outta trees,
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| No Limit niggas don’t say hoes,
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| ain’t no caps that be floatin’in the breeze…
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| Fiend:
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| Now, Now, Now P, all the time, I done put in work
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| I ain’t know, I was livin’next door to Captain Kirk.
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| kepta smirk on his face, lookin’like drug swappin',
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| come to find out, some bitch holdin’his money down hostage.
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| Got keys to his cottage, done changed the law and the act,
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| and all he get to do, is eat that funky hoe from the back.
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| On top of that,
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| the bitch fat!!!
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| Makin’a career off this nigga,
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| and all his homies gone, because they can’t get it clear to this
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| nigga,
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| go figga,
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| all she wanted was that man to change,
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| but if it was me, I done been done slapped that bitch in the brains.
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| Captain Kirk, can you save me?
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| Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo’baby.
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| Captain Kirk, can you save me?
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| Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo’baby.
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| Captain Kirk, can you save me?
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| Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo’baby.
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| Captain Kirk, can you save me?
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| Mr. Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo baby.
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| Verse Two:
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| See I met this bad ass trick,
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| I mean this bad ass bitch.
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| Tellin’her friends about month go by see I’ma be like buying her
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| shit.
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| I bought her lunch the first time,
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| but see there trick that’s nuthin’but game,
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| I hit it one time and they be callin’back,
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| talkin’bout'"Silkk, why you do all that playin'?".
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| And she had the nerve to tell me,
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| if I ain’t a fuckin’trick I’m worthless,
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| I told her Bitch if you ain’t suckin’dick,
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| then none of yo’clit defeats the purpose.
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| Figured she had game, tryin’to fuck a young balla nigga like my mind,
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| I figured lookin’at me she see nothin’but dollar signs.
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| Simply, a bitch might give you some weed,
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| a bitch might give you a buck,
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| man, but since you my boy you
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| better use a condom, before you try to fuck.
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| Take the game from this show bug,
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| cuz Silkk ain’t no love.
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| I give’em a little somethin', but at the end I take’em back and get the most love.
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| And ain’t no beam’em up Scotty,
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| ain’t no savin’hoes that ain’t puttin’in no work.
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| It all depends on TRU niggas like us, no Captain Kirk (Bitch freeze),
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| all you ghetto hoes get yo’Lee Press-On Nails, fix yo’wig,
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| bring yo’Bebe kids cuz the Ghetto Enterprise is leavin’in
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| approximately five minutes.
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| Verse Three:
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| Aww HOLD UP!!!, WAIT A MINUTE!!!
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| my mama done got me bent.
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| What the fuck you mean, where I was?, who I was with?,
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| and where the fuck I went?
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| Bitch you be beside yoself, you probably WOULD,
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| if I left ya', but I ain’t gon put you on no pedestal, jus cuz
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| you quick with that pleasure.
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| You smokin’my weed ridin’my ride,
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| I’M TRYIN’TO KEEP IT REAL.
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| I can’t seem to satisfy you,
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| bitch she trippin’bout’the BILLS!!!
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| her rent ain’t paid, but she got her hair done,
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| this bitch gotta be stopped!!!, Hope man done got it made
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| and ride my pockets to the top. |
| But oh no, you
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| bitch, you ain’t responsible, for what a nigga man
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| do give a fuck bout’what a nigga bout’to do,
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| give a fuck bout’what you and another nigga been through.
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| Get the fuck out my face, ya’fear too, stop runnin'
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| behind my G dues, can’t wait to see that nigga that got
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| trampled like that cuz that ass whoopin’been due.
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| It’s thinkin’like that, that make it hard,
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| for me and the rest of my niggas.
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| Mean these tramps they it like weed,
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| SHE GETTIN’THE BEST’A YOU NIGGA!!!
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| Lettin’dem’hoes sit on they ass, and come up off yo’hard work,
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| This Mystikal, Master P, Fiend and Silkk,
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| NOT NO CAPTAIN KIRK!!!
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| Outro:
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| -Girl
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| Captain Kirk, you know I have six kids,
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| even though they ain’t from you,
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| baby my kids love you.
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| Kirk baby, you know we need a… brand new color TV,
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| I know you pay the rent.
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| Even though I ain’t gave you none in the last year,
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| baby we need a brand new car boo,
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| six hundred, S-E-L, Mercedes four door V-12.
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| Oh I took that extra checkbook,
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| I need my… hair, nails, toes did,
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| I want a brand new house,
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| a five karat diamond ring for my birthday, and
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| don’t forget to pick up some pampers and milk.
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| Also a jar of pickles, and Ice Cream.
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| I think I’m pregnant, smile Kirk, your finally
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| gonna be a father, oh yeah, and don’t forget to pick up your cape out the cleaners.
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| Mr. Kirk’s enterprise will be beaming up out of the ghetto in five seconds,
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| four,
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| three,
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| two,
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| one.
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| [Sound of airplane or some other aircraft taking off
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| and flying away] |