Captain Dan & The Scurvy Crew

Captain Dan & The Scurvy Crew - That's How We Row lyrics

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(Cap D)

What should a captain do

With a spanish crew?

Set em up a trap

That they fall into

Board their ship

And prepares to duel

Stab em in the back

Like they be fools

In this raft I laugh

Cause my craft be daft

Cannons gonna blast

Then we hear that splash

Cause you know we attack

When ye turn your backs

Not rowin fast

We'll lose our ass

But relax

Face facts don't react

Like our grips on wrack

Like our chips ain't stacked

Like our ships ain't packed

Like our whips ain't cracked

Hold back

Set a drift on a skiff

Get a lift from a swift

Hit on the flip lets dip,

Row to the shores

Where we be dope

Hang from a rope

And abandon hope

We rowin on the ocean

We flowin with commotion

We going where we goin

Them fools ain't even knowin

We close in on suckers

We foes like no others

We cold motherfuckers

Now row like yer brothers

Chorus:

Now Rooowwwwww

Cause we Row Like this

Cause we Row Like This

Cause We Row Like This

Now Roooowwww

Cause We Row Like This

If you be talking that shit

You's a BITCH

(You's a Biatch! )

(Sea Dawg)

On the sea we glide waiting for high tide

We row like this when the wind has died

Water pitch black just like the sky

Send out a spy so he can pry

And find where guards are positioned nearby

Torture one until he does comply

Tell us where the treasure does reside

Take his key and sneak inside

We goin we rowin we flowin we knowin

Not slowin keep growin more yo ho ho-in

Got hoes blowin and everyone knowin

Knee deep in gold like it's been snowin

Don't screw with the scurvy crew, get a clue, thought

You knew

If ya do bid your limbs adieu

Ain't a sailor we can't subdue, we'll lay ya to rest in

The icy blue

(Scott Free)

I'm the life of the party sourounded with hotties

From west palm beach to fort ladidadi

You can find your shorty shitting riding shoty

Smoking on seaweed sipping on bacardi

I got two fine bitches in the ship getting naughty

Sitting rowing clean with my new lexonies

Rolling fat blunts you can call em bob marleys

You know this click stays equipped with a grip

With full clips and krip spliffs

To rip hit shit don't miss this

It's vicious how we spit shit

Yo I come with the quickness and I don't tolerate

Mischief

You wanna make it on the hit list (no)

Then stat the fuck out my motherfucking business

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