Batter Up Lyrics - Chet Baker

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 

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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 

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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