Hunters point

Hunter’s Point Saturday Night Calcutta

Verse 1

Saturday night at Hunter’s Point,

Calcutta money on the joint,

Ballers show up on a tight-shot budget,

Tryin’ to crack snow crab but they can’t quite judge it.

Little claws pokin’ fingers raw,

Blue crab fightin’ back with the law of the claw,

Deals on the board and bids get loud,

Everybody actin’ like a king in the crowd.

Pre-Chorus

Shrimp on the plate but it won’t peel clean,

Hands smell salty like a marshland dream,

Kids with forks lookin’ confused and sad,

Whisperin’ softly, “Can we get a Big Mac?” 🍔

Chorus

Ohhh Hunter’s Point on a Saturday night,

Corn and potatoes but the crab ain’t right,

Cocktail sauce warm and nobody knows why,

Still we’re laughin’ and we’re livin’ high.

Calcutta rollin’, bids fly fast,

Stories get bigger with every glass,

Hunter’s Point crew gonna ride that wave,

Even if the shrimp won’t leave its shell today 🦐

Verse 2

Tiny little forks in tiny little hands,

Kids negotiatin’ dinner like businessmen,

Snow crab stubborn, blue crab mean,

Sharp little claws in between the seams.

Shrimp sittin’ bold like it owns the place,

Refusin’ to peel in a seafood race,

But corn on the cob and potatoes hot,

Even the cook can’t mess that up a lot 🌽🥔

Pre-Chorus

Someone said, “Pass that cocktail sauce quick,”

Then realized it’s warm—man that’s a trick,

Everybody laughin’, nobody mad,

Just somebody yellin’, “Where’s my Big Mac?”

Chorus

Ohhh Hunter’s Point on a Saturday night,

Calcutta bids and the energy’s right,

Warm cocktail sauce but we don’t complain,

Just another story for the memory lane.

Hands smell salty, tables stacked high,

Little kids starin’ at the seafood like why?

Hunter’s Point crew gonna ride that wave,

Even if the shrimp won’t leave its shell today 🦀

Bridge

Numbers go up when the shooters get called,

Everybody cheerin’ when the favorites get bought,

Deals get louder as the night rolls on,

Somebody’s certain they just can’t lose one.

Crab still fightin’, shrimp still stuck,

But nobody here dependin’ on luck,

Corn and potatoes holdin’ the line,

Hunter’s Point Calcutta time after time.

Final Chorus

Ohhh Hunter’s Point on a Saturday night,

Ballers on budgets but the vibe feels right,

Warm cocktail sauce and a seafood fight,

Still wouldn’t trade this scene tonight.

Kids still askin’ with hopeful eyes,

“When are we hittin’ those golden fries?”

Hunter’s Point crew gonna laugh all day,

Even if the shrimp won’t peel away 🎶