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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nelly
Vocals
Ali
Vocals
Murphy Lee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steve Wills
Composer
Ali Kenyatta Jones
Lyrics
Tohri Harper
Lyrics
Cornell Haynes, Jr.
Lyrics
Jason Epperson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Wills
Producer
Herb Powers
Mastering Engineer
Jason "Jay E" Epperson
Producer
Jason Standard
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kenny Dykstra
Assistant Recording Engineer
Rich Travali
Mixing Engineer
Steve Eigner
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen
This is Mark, oh, who gives a fuck From ninety three TV
This is my co-host Bob who the
Bob, say hi (Hey, hey guys)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We've got a crowd of 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
[Verse 2]
Mmm, I said the fish don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the grill
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'
It's Lunatics player
And ain't nothin' wrong with that
Oh, batter up
[Verse 3]
I'm the first to swing
Home run with that give me what you got thing, hot wings
Fuck a dub, smoke ounce, show me love
Hit the club, me and T-Love, holla what
I put my mack down, she threw 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, throw yo people and yo kind
Second lesson, smoke that herb and clear your mind
It's about time, second base wisdom rhyme
Sittin' strong, skip 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, diamond's and pearls the way
You wasn't fuckin' with me leave, for the wrap that's in my seed
Now you stays on your knees 'cause we's be in the big league
'Cause we's be in the big league
[Verse 4]
Mmm, I said the fish don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the grill
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'
It's Lunatics player
And ain't nothin' wrong with that
Oh, batter up
[Verse 5]
Well, you should see me now
I'm eating Wheaties now
I'm stealing second and third
And looking home, getting 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 thing
If I swing 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 him out, let me show 'em how
Hit the ball on the ground, and make 'em get down, baby
[Verse 6]
Mmm, I said the fish don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the grill
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'
It's Lunatics player
And ain't nothin' wrong with that
Oh, batter up
[Verse 7]
I want my name not, not said but screamed
I went from fantasies to dreams, from dreams to bigger things
I'm like Bennett, I been in it since '93
You can tell 'cause my L angled ninety degrees
I'm a sixteen year old schoolboy, platinum skills
Swear to tell the real, the whole real to make a meal
I lie a little but still, talk straight up like motto
I can tell you somethin' now, you think twice about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets deeper than file cabinets while rappin'
(Well, what?)
Money, money, money, money, what's happening?
I'm comin' up like family members in basements
And I stay bent, make a milli to play with
Buy a buildin', you can pay me
And the 'Tics who we came with
You know how we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, we do
[Verse 8]
I said the fish don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the grill
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 player
And ain't nothing wrong with that
Oh, batter up
[Verse 9]
Swing batter-batter, swing batter-batter swing, batter up
Swing batter-batter, swing batter-batter swing, batter up
Swing, batter up, swing, batter up, swing, batter up
Swing, batter up, swing, batter up, swing, batter up
Written by: Jason "Jay E" Epperson, Nelly, Steve Wills