Tha Alkaholiks (Tha Liks)

Tha Alkaholiks (Tha Liks) - Captain Hook songtekst

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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 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
 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 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 Atlanta, and his trail is hotter than a sausage
 I'm too late, he took OutKast out to hockey
 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
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Loud Records

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Uitgegeven in: 1997

Taal: Engels

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