Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Captain Hook, artist - Tha Alkaholiks. Album song Bar Tab 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.12.2012
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Captain Hook |
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 |
Drink drink, we drunk, we drunk, drunk |
Drink drink we drunk, we drunk drunk |
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 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’ma tie his ass up and make him walk the plank |
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 ass 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 shit, he just stole a flow from WC |
Now he’s throwin up the dub I gotta catch the fuckin scrub |
He’ll go down like a sub cause I’ma cut him like a shrub |
He wants pub, yeah, he’s all on Blass |
He moved real fast on Snoop and Ras Kass |
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 assistance |
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 ass |
Baten down the motherfuckin hatches |
We gonna feed his ass to the gators |
But first we gonna |
Chorus: second half |