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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
[Stadium announcer]
And now.. please rise for the singing of our national
anthem
Hook: (paraphrasing The Jeffersons)
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
tah-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
[St. Lunatics]
I'm the first to swing
I'ma 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 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 in my
seed
Now you stays on yo knees cause we's be in the big league
Cause we's be in the big
leauge
Hook
[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
Hook
[Sports personalities]
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)
[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'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 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
Hook
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