Текст песни 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!