Spend a little time wit' cha rhymes
He could see L.A., there was trouble you see
But not that nigga named Captain Hooks
'Cause [unverified] only plays you if you R and B or Tupac
I floated out to Queens but it seems I just missed him
Now he's throwin' up the dub I gotta catch the fuckin' scrub
Captain Hook, Captain, Captain, Captain Hook
In no time he stole a rhyme out my notebook
Or catch me late Friday night on 92.3
Spend a little time wit' cha rhymes
Beaten down the motherfuckin' hatches
Or catch one for free right here on me
Yeah, if you happen to see this punk scallywag out there
I bust to Orlando, tryin' to better what I got
He'll go down like a sub cause I'ma cut him like a shrub
Spend a little time wit' cha rhymes
But overnight success don't impress the West that's freshest
When Captain Hook came and stole my steez
He wants pub, yeah, he's all on Blass
Spend a little time wit' cha rhymes
'Cause deep inside my mental I got stacks of lyrics hidden
But Rico, blow them type niggaz through the rooftop
Drink drink we drunk, we drunk drunk
Captain Hook, Captain, Captain, Captain Hook
You know who did it
Oh shit, he just stole a flow from WC
(Why?)
That's why I get the props that Captain Hooks don't be gettin'
But before that nigga left, he left us his name
Drink drink we drunk, we drunk drunk
Don't try to apprehend him, just call Tha Liks
Drink drink, we drunk, we drunk, drunk
Bone Thugs saw him, at the Crossroad
I'ma tie his ass up and make him walk the plank
with a empty treasure chest that he was tryin' to load
Sign your life away in ink, 'cause you think you got the talents
Captain Hook, Captain, Captain, Captain Hook
And he got E-40's briefcase full of game
Drink drink we drunk, we drunk drunk
Drink drink, we drunk, we drunk, drunk
Captain Hook, Captain, Captain, Captain Hook
But look at Hook's bank account and zero is the balance
Spend a little time wit' cha rhymes
So he could get a spin from [unverified]
Captain Hook, yeah, we gonna catch his ass
Drink drink we drunk, we drunk drunk
I'm the the Pacific Ocean, floatin'
And for your info, I can set it off to any tempo
But Who Ridas said he came and stole they name
But everywhere you looked he had a poster for his single
Spend a little time wit' cha rhymes
I was in my Likwid cruise ship, just sailin' the seas
I think he got the best of me, just how many would he rob
Drink drink we drunk, we drunk drunk
And after lesson three, if his style still stank
Chasin' his broken ass out to Oakland
Drink drink, we drunk, we drunk, drunk
Captain Hook, Captain, Captain, Captain Hook
'Cause I'm Tash the likwifyer here to take somebody's spot
He need to take his cheese and invest in rappin' lessons
He was last seen sailin', into the distance
'Cause I want that pot of gold below the hardcore rainbow
Captain Hook, Captain, Captain, Captain Hook
We gonna feed his ass to the gators
I'm on a different level while the Devil grease your palms
But name your price and you'd be down to sell your moms
Oh Hook, caught a left hook, for stealin' my hook
Spendin' too much time tryin' to party off the handle
The one he bit the oldie track and stole the oldie jingle jangle
'Cause he's the type of rapper, that's always worried 'bout his looks
And have you niggaz puzzled while I make it look so simple
They said he robbed Cool J for his boomin' system
I wonder could he squab with the Goodie MoB
Drink drink, we drunk, we drunk, drunk
Drink drink we drunk, we drunk drunk
Plus they be counterfeitin', styles straight scandals
He went to Shaolin' and stole Method Man's bio
Drink drink, we drunk, we drunk, drunk
Drink drink we drunk, we drunk drunk
So one single later, he fallin' out the game
Drink drink, we drunk, we drunk, drunk
With the Farra hey brew up in the crow's nest
I repeat, zero, people 'cause he be worried 'bout his hook
He moved real fast on Snoop and Ras Kass
Drink drink, we drunk, we drunk, drunk
and he buried everything somewhere in Ohio
I'm took late, he took Outkast out as a hostage
We gotta catch this crook and we need your assistance
So I, set myself back on the Ro's quest
Drink drink, we drunk, we drunk, drunk
But first we gonna
But I be comin' from a different angle
And if you suddenly got some rhymes missin'
Now I'm in Atlanta and his trail is hotter than a sausage
