Nelly - Batter Up Lyrics
F/ st. lunatics[sports personalities]Welcome ladies and gentlemenThis is mark... oh-who-gives-a-***** from 93 tvThis is my co-host, bob buttafuoco(hey hey guys) yeah yeah yeahWe got a crowd thats in a frenzy bobLets go down to the announcers for the start of the game[stadium announcer]And now.. please rise for the singing of our national anthemHook: (paraphrasing the jeffersons)I say the fish dont fry in the kitchenBeans dont burn on the grill (thats right)It took a whole lot of tah-ryinJust to get up that hillI said but now were up in the big leaguesMy dirty its our turn at batAnd just as long as we livin, its lunatics playaIt aint nuttin wrong with that, huh - batter up[st. lunatics]Im the first to swingIma run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings***** a dub, smoke an ounce, show me loveHit the club, me and t-luv holla whatI put my mack down, she throw a curve ballShe owed milli smoked that herb and some llly-boneShe tip-top em, optimoFirst base, God livin like a worst raceFirst chase, throw yo people and yo kindSecond lesson, smoke that herb and clear yo mindIts about time, second base wisdom rhymeSittin strong, skipped third base and headed homeThird baseman just dont understand baby what the bongWhat the ***** wrong, with this world todayWith these girls today, diamonds and pearls the wayYou wasnt *****in with me, leave, for the wrap thats in my seedNow you stays on yo knees cause wes be in the big leagueCause wes be in the big leaugeHook[nelly]Well you should see me now, Im eatin wheaties nowIm stealin second and third and lookin home peepin greedy nowSee me now, people call me speedy nowKnown for runnin the quickest milesHit and run in any town, any groundRules fore I hit it, split it, lick it and quit itAnd hit it, lick it, did I say lick it, (yeah) ***** it, lick itAint no shame in my game, that normal shit aint my thangIf I stick with my dick then put your mouth on my brainsI maintain through the atmosphere, what we got hereA sucka in fear, hear the roars and the cheersFrom the crowd when I take the mile, let me show em howHit the ball on the ground and make em get downHook[sports personalities]Well uhh this next young batter on deckHes still in high school (yeah I heard that)(its a great day though)A good high school out in u-city of st. louis, missouri(I think his names umm, who knows..Mur-uhh, murphey lee or somethin)[murphey lee]I want my name not, not said but screamedI went from fantasies to dreams, dreams to bigger thingsIm like bennett I been in it since, ninety-threeYou can tell cause my l angle 90 degreesIma sixteen year-old school boy, platinum skillsSwear to tell the real, the whole real to make a millI lie little but still, talk straight up like mottoI could tell you somethin now, you think twice about it tomorrowI promise, I gets deeper than file cabinets when rappinMoney, money, money, money whats happeninIm comin up like family members in basements, and I stay bentMake a milli to play with, buy a building you can pay meAnd the tic is who I came withYou know how we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, we doHook[sports personalities ad libbing]
