the questions And we know all the answers! His heart lies in the ocean - His devotion's in the city of fun He's the captain! x 4
Running with the big boys all over town Collecting all the taxes, recieving all the faxes Relaying messages, more than a runner Fell in love with the captain
shit, packin full clips in a whip Drivin hip hop right off a cliff Goin nowhere, fantasizin with the art When I retire my first album'll still be up on the charts With
from captain Save-A-Hoe, to Captain Kirk, to Captain Kangaroo But you ain't got no army captain, so who is you a danger to Nobody hang with you, slang with you, bang with
can tell [La Banga:] Aiyo, I'm here soldiers, attention, it's your captain Better yet the general rappin', if you askin' See, I answer questions, before
all I smell is burning hair I'll turn a blind eye and comply With every single lie that you make us recite so we won't ask any questions I'm just an average
ve tooken a couple feds asking niggas questions but I wouldn?t rebuttal ?cause I?m Jake Gyllenhaal, I?m in the hood with the bubble with a tall model
what you gon' do do Say nigga we marching stompin in the big black boots With my niggas in the fatigue suits ready to shoot Running with the AK-47 Niggas
it You don't understand the magnitude of torment that it took for me to form it I dare ya to deal each labyrinths characters kill Gotta Captain America
not a hood-a-lum The way Thought put it down be confusin' some of y'all cats can't walk while chewin' your gum 'n all With a keyboard got do with a drum
you get cuff Yo, you fucking with the wrong bluff I got more King than Just Niggas make me mad, now I got to squeeze and bust Bringing harm with my lucky
Hand skills like [? ], nice with the hooks Fill the Dutch when forms meditate, get my think on This winter the don's back, catch me with the mink on [
captain Save-A-Hoe, to Captain Kirk, to Captain Kangaroo But you ain't got no army captain, so who is you a danger to Nobody hang with you, slang with you, bang with
' do, what you gon' do, do? Say nigga we marching, stompin' in the big black boots With my niggas in the fatigue suits ready to shoot Running with the
in fossil marker art Pardon Cadaver had a legitimate pulse And littered volts are with the village Where the skittish pigeons molt Bastard poacher gasped With the pigeon with