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 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 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