until that day comes 'round I'll be the pitcher on the pitcher's mound Calling the shots Throwing the curves It's my pleasure to get on your nerves I love to be Captain
double itll get ya bro Pass me the d?s, light it up with ease, in a cirle full of G?s, Smokin on them trees Pass me a cigar, and imma buss it down quick
we like sportz If you say we're not then we'll see you in court Jorma: I'm team captain and I choose you Kiv: I'm the other team captain and I choose
On a bright and sunny day Rollin? down the Interstate In the good old USA Havin? lunch at The Petroleum Club Smokin' fine cigars and swappin' lives He
... There's a northern wind and the lights are dim like a good fresh Cuban cigar I got me a hunch where there might be a bunch in the Captain's pickle
bitch around we gone drink the champagne wit her We don't touch the ground see a cloud with my name it, Only ez-widers, please no cigars for me and
chapters 1 through 15 Fly paper, penny loafers, Lucky Strike Green Flat tops, sock hops, Studebaker, Pepsi Please Ahh, do you remember these? Cigar Bands
ain't much of a looker, she can handle her Paraldehyde You were up all night at the Captain's Table drinking Tanqueray gin by the old piano Playing cards and smoking cigars
a ho, yo I made my way to the bar, the DJ shouted me out To kick that Shogun slogan I ordered Hennessey mixed with Captain Morgan's And made my way
change, Charlie. [Charlie - driver] - Thank you. [Dance Captain] Where the hell have you been? And where is Veronica? [Velma Kelly] she isn't herself tonight [Dance Captain
yo bitch around we gone drink the champagne wit her We don't touch the ground see a cloud with my name it, Only ez-riders, please no cigars for me
a voice box, he was the first American to have a voice box Yeah!, "This is Babe Ruth The Sultan of Swat, the Bambino" I smoke twenty-five goddamn Black Cuban cigars
the bed Flyin' across the desert from Texas to Tuscon But we're headed for a southern star The captain says it's fine in Havana This dude behind me needs a cigar
the bed Flyin' across the desert from texas to tuscon But we're headed for a southern star The captain says it's fine in havana This dude behind me needs a cigar
fold Nigga, hold up, shorties wanna roll once they swoll up Babyface, but still grown up, I got it sewn up Once you see the cars pull up, cigars rolled
Street Now, as for my aunt Who told on me She was always wearing her turbans Sailing back to Greece on the Normandy Having dinner at the captain's
, we gon drink the champagne with her We don't touch the ground, See a cloud with my name in it Only easy riders squeeze no cigars for me and my gang
, and we like sports, If you say that we're not then we'll see you in court I'm team captain, and I choose you, I'm the other team captain and I choose
