Batter Up Letra

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

[Hook: (paraphrasing "The Jeffersons")]

(Chorus)
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 trah-ryin
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, huh - batter up!

[Ali]
I'm the first to swing
I'm a 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 ole Milli smoked that herb and some Nelly-bone
She tip-top 'em, Optimo
First base, y'all 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
Hittin 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 on 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 Bob 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, Murphey Lee or somethin)

(Murphey 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'm a 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 while rappin
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 Announcers)
Oh my God, Bob did you see the game?
Bob? Bob? What are you doing looking at the sky, Bob?
(It's a great fucking day, ya know?)
Aw shit Bob, are you on drugs? (Naw, naw)
Bob? (Naw, I'm, naw, I'm not on drugs) Bob?
Look at me Bob. (Hell no. Shut up, stay on the topic)
Oh, God Bob. (I do think it was a great game today.)
It was a great game Bob.
(That first guy I-I-I really liked him. He was a knock-it-out-the-park guy.)
Jesus wesus!
(That second guy I liked him, too. He was moving around those bases. What man)

Swing batter, batter
Swing batter, batter swing
Batter up! (Repeat until fade)