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