Batter Up - Nelly, Murphy Lee, Ali

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

Mmm, 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 livin', it’s Lunatics playa

It ain’t nothin' wrong with that, huh, 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 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, where 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 league

Mmm, 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 livin', it’s Lunatics playa

It ain’t nothin' wrong with that, huh, batter up

Well you should see me now, I’m eatin' Wheaties now

I’m stealin' second and third, 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, 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 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

Mmm, 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 livin', it’s Lunatics playa

It ain’t nothin' wrong with that, huh, batter up

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, Murphey 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 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 when 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

Mmm, 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 livin', it’s Lunatics playa

It ain’t nothin' wrong with that, huh, batter up