Batter Up Lyrics

Batter Up lyrics

Welcome ladies and gentlemen
This is Mark... oh-Who-gives-a-fuck from '93
TV
This is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco
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

*Stadium announcer*
And now..
please rise for the singing of our national
anthem

(Chorus)
*paraphrasing "The Jeffersons"*
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 tah-rying
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
And just as long as we livin, it's Lunatics playa
It ain't nuttin
wrong with that, wha - batter up

St. Lunatics-
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 what
I
put my mack down, she threw a curve ball
She owed Mill and smoked that herb
and some Lilly-bone
She tip-top 'em, Optimo
First base, yall 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
leauge

(Chorus)

Nelly-
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

(Chorus)

*Sports
personalities*
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, Murphy Lee or somethin)

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'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
Wha wha
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

(Chorus)

*Sports personalities ad libbing*