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| Nelly - Batter Up Welcome ladies and gentlemen, This is Mark... Oh who gives a fuck, from 93 TV, This is my co-host, Bob Buttafuco, Bob say hi, (Hey, hey, guys) Yeah, yeah, yeah, We got a crowd that's in a frenzy Bob, Let's go down to the announcers for the start of the game, And now, please rise for the singing of our national anthem, (Chorus) I say the fish don't fry in the kitchen, Beans don't burn on the grill, (that's right!) It took a whole lot of tryin, Just to get up that hill, I said but now we're up in the, My dirty it's our turn at bat, And just as long as we livin, it's Lunatics playa, It ain't nuttin wrong with that, uh, batter up, I'm the first to swing, I'ma run with that give me what you got thing, hot wings, Fuck a dub, smoke an ounce, show me love, Hit the club, me and T-Luv holla wut, I put my mack down, she throw a curve ball, She owed Milli smoked that herb and some Llly-bone, She tip-top 'em, Optimo, First base, god livin like a worst race, First chase, throw yo' people and yo' kind, Second lesson, smoke that herb and clear yo' mind, It's about time, second base wisdom rhyme, Sittin strong, skipped third base and headed home, Third baseman just don't understand baby what the bong, What the fuck wrong, with this world today, With these girls today, diamonds and pearls the way, You wasn't fuckin with me, leave, for the wrap that's in my seed, Now you stays on yo knees cause we's be in the big league, Cause we's be in the big league, Repeat Chorus Well you should see me now, I'm eatin Wheaties now, I'm stealin second and third and lookin home peepin greedy now, See me now, people call me speedy now, Known for runnin the quickest miles, Hit and run in any town, any ground, Rules 'fore I hit it, split it, lick it and quit it, And hit it, lick it, did I say lick it, yeah, fuck it, lick it, Ain't no shame in my game, that normal shit ain't my thang, If I stick with my dick then put your mouth on my brains, I maintain through the atmosphere, what we got here, A sucka in fear, hear the roars and the cheers, From the crowd when I take the mile, let me show 'em how, Hit the ball on the ground and make 'em get down, Repeat Chorus Well, uhh, this next young batter on deck, He's still in high school, (Yeah I heard that) (It's a great day though) A good high school out in U-City of St. Louis, Missouri, (I think his name's umm, who knows, Mur-uhh, Murphey Lee or somethin) I want my name not, not said but screamed, I went from fantasies to dreams, dreams to bigger things, I'm like Bennett I been in it since, ninety-three, You can tell cause my L angle 90 degrees, I'ma sixteen year-old school boy, platinum skills, Swear to tell the real, the whole real to make a mill', I lie little but still, talk straight up like motto, I could tell you somethin now, you think twice about it tomorrow, I promise, I gets deeper than file cabinets when rappin, Money, money, money, money what's happenin, I'm comin up like family members in basements, and I stay bent, Make a milli to play with, buy a building you can pay me, And the 'tic is who I came with, You know how we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, Repeat Chorus |
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