Batter Up(Album Version|Explicit) - Nelly

F/ st. lunatics
Welcome ladies and gentlemen
This is mark... oh-who-gives-a-f**k from 93 tv
This is my co-host, bob buttafuoco
(hey hey guys) yeah yeah yeah
We got a crowd thats in a frenzy bob
Lets go down to the announcers for the start of the game
And now.. please rise for the singing of our national anthem
Hook: (paraphrasing the jeffersons)
I say the fish dont fry in the kitchen
Beans dont burn on the grill (thats right)
It took a whole lot of tah-ryin
Just to get up that hill
I said but now were up in the big leagues
My dirty its our turn at bat
And just as long as we livin, its lunatics playa
It aint nuttin wrong with that, huh - batter up
Im the first to swing
Ima run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings
F**k a dub, smoke an ounce, show me love
Hit the club, me and t-luv holla what
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
Its about time, second base wisdom rhyme
Sittin strong, skipped third base and headed home
Third baseman just dont understand baby what the bong
What the f**k wrong, with this world today
With these girls today, diamonds and pearls the way
You wasnt f**kin with me, leave, for the wrap thats in my seed
Now you stays on yo knees cause wes be in the big league
Cause wes be in the big leauge
Hook
Well you should see me now, Im eatin wheaties now
Im 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) f**k it, lick it
Aint no shame in my game, that normal sh*t aint 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
Hook
Well uhh this next young batter on deck
Hes 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)
I want my name not, not said but screamed
I went from fantasies to dreams, dreams to bigger things
Im like bennett I been in it since, ninety-three
You can tell cause my l angle 90 degrees
Ima 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 whats happenin
Im 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
Hook