Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Capitan, artist - Packy. Date of issue: 18.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
El Capitan |
| Okay, line me up, swear I’m getting faded |
| This career of mine is going out to all the chicks I dated |
| First I couldn’t get 'em |
| Then I got 'em and they dumped me |
| Then I got 'em and I skated |
| It’s whatever, now they love me |
| I’m so chilly, really |
| I could see my team making a milli' |
| And if I’m the man in LA, I’m the man in any city |
| For now, I’m anonymous |
| They don’t know the answer but I’m what the problem is |
| The real is back, you fall off |
| I give you a verse then boom your appeal is back |
| It’s like that, I’ll be where the hype at |
| I’ma kill this, red dot, where the snipes at? |
| You a star huh? |
| Where your stripes at? |
| I’ve been frontline for like five years |
| You’ve been backseat for about ten |
| Now you salty 'cause in about half the time |
| I make groupies outta your friends |
| El Capitan |
| Homie, don’t play that |
| Don’t you know me and your girl, we go way back? |
| This shit too easy, this shit like free throws |
| She say she loves you but we know |
| Uh, I’m buzzin' out, everybody my cousin now |
| Everybody want credit, they ask for it and it doesn’t count |
| It’s understood around here |
| Still rep my neighborhood around here |
| My team been with me for no profit |
| Man they know they good around here |
| That’s family, that’s family though |
| This shit more than a cameo |
| This shit that I write in my bedroom gonna get us a Grammy though |
| Shit, I took old ass mixtapes that you could download free |
| Put that thing together on one record, hit Billboard the next week |
| I’m like the best-kept secret |
| Gotta be the next artist to pop |
| Living in the age of One-Hit Wonders |
| Waiting on the next artist to flop |
| That ain’t me though, I’m hitting every plate appearance |
| So when I’m on I got that fashionably late appearance |
| I’m El Capitan |
| Homie, don’t play that |
| Don’t you know me and your girl, we go way back? |
| This shit too easy, this shit like free throws |
| She say she loves you but we know |
| I’m all day with it, my OJ keep Bombay with it |
| No label tells me shit so when I drop there’s no delay with it |
| You Vegas for them stripper hoes I’m Vegas shooting' videos |
| And I got them all lookin', got your girl on her tippy-toes |
| Man I’m out here, this all that |
| Don’t test me, I don’t miss all that |
| Last fall, back to class |
| Exams of rap show back to back |
| Now the system can kiss my ass |
| Got my business major but without it got my business major |
| Now without reading no Wall Street I’ma get this business paper |
| Cut the BS, you should see us |
| I should be on ESPN |
| Way I’m killing all these records and leading my team to wins |
| I’m an All-Star point guard dishing out assists |
| Got the city on my back and a C on my chest |
| El Capitan |
| Homie, don’t play that |
| Don’t you know me and your girl, we go way back? |
| This shit too easy, this shit like free throws |
| She say she loves you (hold up I’m too throwed) |
| Yup, you could hate me now |
| All it means you and your girl are tryna take me down |
| Yup, I’m so cold that |
| I could turn your favorite current song into a throwback |
| Yup, never fake the funk |
| My music like my childhood, I never made the bunk |
| Yup, cashing all my checks |
| Jumping in the dating pool, splashing on my ex |
| Psych, ain’t no time for that |
| You can’t touch this hammer time Pack |
| I’m the man, I’m the man, I’m the man |
| Yup, El Capitan |