Fanatic Of The B Word Lyrics - De La Soul

MIKE G: 

Ha ha! Ah yeah! Got it going on like a big old fat high hard-on! 

(Hooo-weee!) Black Sheep in the house, sweet daddy Mr. Lawnge in the 

house, my man the Dres in the house, you know what I'm sayin', 

Huey Love in the house, long Posdnuos, Dove, Prince Paul, the 

immigrant 

Lucien in the house. The house Dreddy Bear, ha, Mike G! 

CHORUS: 

Come on everybody let's baseball 

Come on everybody do the baseball 

Come on, come on, come on, come on 

Come on everybody let's baseball 

Come on everybody let's baseball 

Come on everybody do the baseball 

Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody 

Come on everybody let's baseball 

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MIKE G: 

Got it goin' on. Swing it over here! Ochay, ochay, ochay. 

We gonna swing it over here, swing it over there. We gonna do the 

baseball. Ha ha ha! 

(Three feet) 

POS: 

A Nubian sprocket is the one 

Plug One, cut the cap 

Forward is the marcher of the chant, 

To the clan, unless you slept 

Willy to the Wonka of the feat 

Smoke your blunt, but close your drapes 

If we get fined by police, 

Don't worry, yo, I got the papes 

Toxic is the talk that I tell, 

Tell the tales from the lady who's fat 

Chris made the dope beat but no Bo Peeps 

(And you can't beat that with a baseball bat) 

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CHORUS 

DOVE: 

Swing is the is of my step 

Plug Two, groove a gut 

On gets by when it's kept 

Three miles to my step 

Forgiveness to the foes is false 

I cook goose and serve a plate 

Position is opposed to a loss 

No cost, no relate 

Brother got a badge of his own 

Because the link of the life is slack 

This licks 'em down to the Tootsie Pop 

(And you can't beat that with a baseball bat) 

CHORUS 

DRES: 

Move over just a bit to the right of me 

For I cannot see where the booty is 

I sit, I'm looking out a foggy window 

Crack it just a bit, yo this is showbiz 

It's as though a pound goes around and around 

So I give a pound then I do the step 

Dres will be with Boca on the side 

Can I crack a smile for doz who slept 

Phonetics and kinetics perservere 

Therefore I kick it 

I took the L.I.R.R. but I did not have a ticket 

Had some Chinese food but I didn't have a spoon 

I had a dope rhyme but I didn't have it soon 

I'm looking out the window 

Day is filled with rain and gloom 

Man oh man oh man I hope I find my spoon soon 

Eating large fish 'cause I know it ain't cat 

(And you can't beat that with a baseball bat) 

CHORUS 

(Rrrr-RAH!) 

POS: Yo this is Plug One and I'm saying peace to Lorraine in Holland, 

thanks for not having my baby, peace. 

DRES: This is Dres. Danica, Boston, my first tight cushion, love you. 

MISTA LAWNGE: Yo this is the Sugar Dick Daddy, I'd like to say peace 

to my father, Bombed Out Brother. 

MASE: This is Baby Huey Plug Three, and I'd like to say peace to 

that mother a-ahem who stole my Pathfinder in front of the studio, 

peace! 

PAUL: Yo what's up, this is Prince Paul, I'd like to say what's up 

to all the doo doo eaters and all the Kelvin Mercer look-alikes, and 

I'm out. 

(God damn!) 

(Have a ball!)