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