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Correct That's How We Row Lyrics
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Captain Dan & The Scurvy Crew
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Correct That's How We Row
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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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