Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Batter Up , by - The Chet Baker Quartet. Song from the album With Russ Freeman, in the genre ДжазRelease date: 07.03.2013
Record label: Compulsion
Song language: English
Batter Up |
| Welcome ladies and gentlemen |
| This is Mark, oh-Who-gives-a-fuck from '93 TV |
| This is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco |
| (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 |
| And now, please rise for the singing of our national anthem |
| 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 trying |
| 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 living, it’s Lunatics player |
| It ain’t nothing wrong with that, batter up |
| I’m the first to swing |
| Home 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 throw a curve ball |
| She owed Milli smoked that herb and some Llly-bone |
| She tip-top 'em, Optimo |
| First base, god living 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 |
| Sitting 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 fucking 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 league |
| Well you should see me now, I’m eating Wheaties now |
| I’m stealing second and third and looking home peeping greedy now |
| See me now, people call me speedy now |
| Known for running 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 thing |
| If I think with my dick then put your mouth on my brain |
| I maintain through the atmosphere, what we got here |
| A sucker 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 |
| Well 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 |
| Murphey Lee or something) |
| 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 something now, you think twice about it tomorrow |
| I promise, I gets deeper than file cabinets when rapping |
| Money, money, money, money what’s happening |
| I’m coming 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 |