Lyrics Batter Up - Murphy Lee , Ali , Nelly
Welcome,
ladies
and
gentlemen
This
is
Mark,
oh-who-gives-a-fuck
from
ninety-three
TV
This
is
my
co-host,
Bob
Buttafuoco
Bob,
say
hi
(hey,
hi
guys)
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah
We've
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
Mmm,
I
said
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
big
leagues
My
dirty,
it's
our
turn
at
bat
And
just
as
long
as
we
livin'
as
Lunatics,
playa
It
ain't
nothin'
wrong
with
that
Whoa,
batter
up!
I'm
the
first
to
swing
Home
run
with
that
give-me-what-you-got
thing,
hot
wings
Fuck
a
dub,
smoke
a
ounce,
show
me
love
Hit
the
club,
me
and
T-Love,
holla
what
I
put
my
mack
down,
she
throw
a
curve
ball
She
owed
Milli
smoked
that
herb,
that's
a
Nelly
bowl
She
tip-top
'em,
Optimo
First
base,
God
livin',
like
the
worst
race
First
chase,
know
yo'
people
and
yo'
kind
(alright)
Second
lesson,
smoke
that
herb
and
clear
yo'
mind
It's
about
time,
second
base
wisdom
rhyme
Hittin'
strong,
skipped
third
base
and
headed
home
Third
baseman
just
don't
understand,
baby,
with
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
on
my
seed
Now
you
stays
on
yo
knees
cause
we's
be
in
the
big
league
'Cause
we's
be
in
the
big
league
Mmm,
I
said
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
big
leagues
My
dirty,
it's
our
turn
at
bat
And
just
as
long
as
we
livin'
as
Lunatics,
playa
It
ain't
nothin'
wrong
with
that
Whoa,
batter
up!
Well
you
should
see
me
now,
I'm
eatin'
Wheaties
now
I'm
stealin'
second
and
third
And
lookin'
home,
gettin'
greedy
now
See
me
now,
people
call
me
speedy
now
Known
for
runnin'
the
quickest
miles
Hit
and
run
in
any
town
Gimme
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
think
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
them
out,
let
me
show
'em
how
Hit
the
ball
on
the
ground
and
make
'em
get
down
Mmm,
I
said
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
big
leagues
My
dirty,
it's
our
turn
at
bat
And
just
as
long
as
we
livin'
as
Lunatics,
playa
It
ain't
nothin'
wrong
with
that
Whoa,
batter
up!
Well,
Bob,
this
next
young
batter
on
deck
He's
still
in
high
school
(yeah,
I
heard
that,
it's
a
great
day,
you
know)
A
good
high
school
out
in
U-City
in
St.
Louis,
Missouri
(I
think
his
name's
umm,
little
Murphy
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
angled
ninety
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
a
little,
but
still,
caught
straight
up,
like
models
I
can
tell
you
somethin'
now,
you
think
twice
about
it
tomorrow
I
promise,
I
gets
deeper
than
file
cabinets
while
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
Mmm,
I
said
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
big
leagues
My
dirty,
it's
our
turn
at
bat
And
just
as
long
as
we
livin'
as
Lunatics,
playa
It
ain't
nothin'
wrong
with
that
Whoa,
batter
up!
1 Intro
2 St. Louie
3 Greed Hate Envy
4 Country Grammar (Hot Shit)
5 Steal The Show
6 Interlude
7 Ride Wit Me
8 E.I.
9 Thicky Thick Girl
10 For My
11 Utha Side
12 Tho Dem Wraps
13 Wrap Sumden
14 Batter Up
15 Never Let 'Em C U Sweat
16 Luven Me
17 Outro
18 Icey
19 Come Over
20 Country Grammar (Hot...) - Instrumental
21 Ride Wit Me - Instrumental
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