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Nelly - Batter Up lyrics
"Welcome ladies and gentleman, this is Mark, o who gives a fuck, from 93 TV, this is my co-host Bob Budafuco, Bob say hi, (hey hey guys) yeah yeah yeah, We gotta 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 said the fish don't fry in the kitchen, beans don't burn on the grill, (that's right!) it took a whole lotta cheerin just ta 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 live it, it's lunatics playa, it aint nuthin' wrong with that..what... Batter up! I'm the first to swing, home run wit dat gimmie whatcha got thing, hot wings, fuck a dub, smoke an ounce, show me love, (swing batter batter, swing batter batter swing! batter up!) I put my mack down, she threw a curveball, did ya all really smoke that herb y'all?, It was a Nelly bowl, she did a drop of rock n' roll, first base, (swing batter batter, swing batter batter swing! batter up!) AND IM TOO LAZY TO DO THE REST |
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