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Verse One: Tash
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I knew this nigga by the name of Captain Hook
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Who had a record deal but no lyrics in his book
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But everywhere you looked he had a poster for his single
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The one he bit the oldie track and stole the oldie jingle
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jangle, but I be comin from a different angle
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Cause I want that pot of gold below the hardcore rainbow
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But name your price and you'd be down to sell your moms
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I'm on a different level while the Devil grease your palms
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Sign your life away in ink, cause you think you got the talents
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But look at Hook's bank account and zero is the balance
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I repeat, ze-ro, peo-ple
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Cause he be worried bout his hook so he could get a spin from [------]
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[-----] but Rico, blow them type niggaz through the rooftop
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Cause [------] only plays you if you R&B or Tupac
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So one single later, he fallin out the game
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But before that nigga left, he left us his name
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Chorus: Tash
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Captain Hook, Captain, Captain, Captain Hook
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"spend a little time witcha rhymes"
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(repeat 2X)
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Drink drink, we drunk, we drunk, drunk
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Drink drink we drunk, we drunk drunk
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(repeat 2X)
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Verse Two: Tash
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And for your info, I can set it off to any tempo
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And have you niggaz puzzled while I make it look so simple
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Cause deep inside my mental I got stacks of lyrics hidden
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That's why I get the props that Captain Hooks don't be gettin
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Plus they be counterfeitin, styles straight scandals
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Spendin too much time tryin to party off the handle
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I bust to Orlando, tryin to better what I got (why)
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Cause I'm Tash the likwifyer here to take somebody's spot
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But not that nigga named Captain Hooks
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Cause he's the type of rapper, that's always worried bout his looks
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But overnight success don't impress the West that's freshest
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He need to take his cheese and invest in rappin lessons
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Or catch one for free right here on me
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Or catch me late Friday night on 92.3
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And after lesson three, if his style still stank
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I'ma tie his ass up and make him walk the plank
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Chorus
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Verse Three: J-Ro
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I was in my Likwid cruise ship, just sailin the seas
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When Captain Hook came and stole my steez
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Oh Hook, caught a left hook, for stealin my hook
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In no time he stole a rhyme out my notebook
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I'm the the Pacific Ocean, floatin
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Chasin his broken ass out to Oakland
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But WhoRidas said he came and stole they name
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And he got E-40's briefcase full of game
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So I, set myself back on the Ro's quest
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With the Farrahey brew up in the crow's nest
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He could see L.A., there was trouble you see
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Oh shit, he just stole a flow from WC
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Now he's throwin up the dub I gotta catch the fuckin scrub
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He'll go down like a sub cause I'ma cut him like a shrub
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He wants pub, yeah, he's all on Blass
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He moved real fast on Snoop and Ras Kass
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Chorus (J-Ro instead of Tash in the first half)
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Verse Four: J-Ro
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Now I'm Atlanta, and his trail is hotter than a sausage
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I'm too late, he took OutKast out to hockey
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I wonder could he squab with the Goodie MoB
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I think he got the best of me, just how many would he rob
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I floated out to Queens but it seems I just missed him
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They said he robbed Cool J for his boomin system
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He went to Shaolin and stole Method Man's bio
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and he buried everything somewhere in Ohio
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Bone Thugs saw him, at the Crossroad
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with a empty treasure chest that he was tryin to load
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He was last seen sailin, into the distance
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We gotta catch this crook and we need your assistance
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Yeah, if you happen to see this punk scallywag out there
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Don't try to aprehend him, just call Tha Liks
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And if you suddenly got some rhymes missin, you know who did it
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Captain Hook, yeah we gon catch his ass
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Baten down the motherfuckin hatches
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We gonna feed his ass to the gators
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But first we gonna
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Chorus: second half
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Captain Hook
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Tha Alkaholiks |