If we don't got it, I go get it, it ain't a thang And if it's broken, I fix it, I don't complain But now, see, it's gettin' a little out of hand Cook,
me, ugh, for the following fat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modeling take of that Givenchy and let?s get raunchy I have your face looking all Captain
you leave yo' cream with Post, you come back and yo' whole bundle goes Or this niggaz add dirt to the list Getaway clean but one wanna keep everything He gots to cook
was the pride of the American side Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most With a crew and good captain
t feel my face My heart pounding and shit (audible heart) Paranoid as a motherfucker right now, who the fuck? Close the blinds and shit! Who that? Captain
yo O, yo Rae I can't feel my face My heart pounding and shit Paranoid as a motherfucker right now Who the fuck-- close them blinds and shit who dat? Captain
to sail The brochure said that the boat was large But it was nothin' but a broken-down barnacle barge And if it wasn't for my girlfriend, I wouldn'ta went Because the captain
I'm pulling out for you, girl If I was hustling I'd pump coke for you, girl If I was a dread then I'd smoke for you, girl I play captain, rock the boat
night, got into a fight Well, I feel so homesick I wanna go home So hoist up the John B sail, see how the mainsail sets Call for the captain ashore,
them haters so long You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by any means Take the blow, break it down, weigh it on triple beams I'll cook it, I'll whip
swell 'em, loc (Swell 'em loc) Hard or soft determines how much a nigga sell 'em for We got the fish scale texture (Fish scale) Now if you cook it yourself
' to slave the babies Aiyyo they didn't know the cop was crooked He had blow out in Brooklyn All this while he let the fiends cook it The baseheads stirred
got into a fight Well, I feel so broke up, I want to go home So hoist up the John B's sail See how the mainsail sets Call for the captain ashore Let
wondering why there's no one about At least Captain Scott actually stood on the spot Where he planned to put up Union Jack And though Captain Cook cursed
I was riding on the Mayflower when I thought I spied some land I yelled for to Captain Arab, I'll have ya understand Who came running to the deck, said
(brooker / reid) 'all hands on deck, we've run afloat!' I heard the captain cry 'explore the ship, replace the cook: let no one leave alive!' Across
Dale, dale con el look, Pero no te mires como Captain Cook, Dale, dale con el look, Pero no te mires como Captain Cook. Para vos lo peor es la libertad