Coins Gallery

One night in the summer
‘Bout two months back
Went out on the town
Without a plan of attack
Heinekin shots of 151
With a bottle of what we call El Capitan

Now what happened that night you can’t quite recall (huh)
Fact is boy, you can’t remember at all (what?)
You woke up in the mornin’ with a spinning head
And a teenage girl lyin’ next to you in bed.
You kicked her out and then you slammed the door
Tried to forget about the night before
A month goes by, you can’t remember the date
The girl’s at your door sayin’ “Boy I’m late!”

That’s what you get for out-playin’ the ho
And now you got a kid with a girl you don’t know
The first thing you thought when she dropped the bomb
Shouldn’t have been f*ckin’ with El Capitan

Now drop the Chalupa, pick up the mike
And let the party people know just what you like
Well it comes from Puerto Rico so you know that I be diggin’ it
And if the bottle’s empty then you know that I been swiggin’ it
Hittin’ it
And now the party’s legit
Heinies getting licked, shakin’ the booties and t*ts
We the OPM clique and that’s how we roll
Now get some education from my man Shakey-Lo

Now Captain Morgan was a pirate dude
He used to jack mother-f*ckers and act real rude
As a real live person he wasn’t much fun
But he sure made a good-ass bottle of rum
Okay, Trip didn’t actually write it, but it is true lyrical genius n’est ce pas?
Its by OPM, by the way.