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 lotta tryin'
A-just to get up that hill
I said but now we're up in the big leagues
My dirty, it's our turn at bat
An' just as long as we livin'
It's Lunatics, playa
An' ain't nuttin' wrong wit that
Huh, batter up
Verse 1:
(Ali)
I'm the first to swing
I don't run wit that give me what you got thing
Hot wings
Fuck a dub
Smoke a ounce, show me love
Hit the club
Me an' T-Luv holla what
I put my mack down
She threw a curve ball
She owed ?, smoked that herb and some ?
She tip-top 'em, Optimo
First base
God livin' like a worst race
First chase
Throw yo people an' yo kind
Second lesson
Smoke that herb an' clear yo mind
It's about time
Second base, wisdom rhyme
Gettin' strong
Skipped third base and headed home
Third baseman just don't understand, baby, what the ?
What the fuck wrong
Wit this world today
Wit these girls today
Diamonds and pearls the way
You wasn't fuckin' wit 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
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Verse 2:
(Nelly)
Well you should see me now
I'm eatin' Wheaties now
I'm stealin' second and third
An' lookin' home, feelin' greedy now
Eat 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
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Verse 3:
(Murphy Lee)
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'm a 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 while rappin'
Money, money, money, money, what's happenin'
I'm comin' up like family members in basements
An' I stay bent
Make a milli' to play wit
Buy a building, you can pay me
And the 'Tic is who I came wit
You know how we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, we do
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