Batter Up (Remixed By Jason "Jay E" Epperson) - Nelly

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

*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

Ali-

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 threw a curve ball

She all nearly smoked

that herb that's some Nelly-bo

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

Hittin strong,

skipped 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,

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

Fish don't fry in the kitchen

Beans don't burn on the grill

Took a whole lot of tah-ryin

Just to get up that hill

Said now were up in the big leagues

My dirrty it our turn at bat

And just as long as we livin

Its Lunatics Playa

IT ain't nothin wrong with that ahhh

Batter Up

Nelly-

Well you should see me now,

I'm eatin' Wheaties now

I'm stealin' second and third

and lookin home gettin 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) fuckin, lick it

Ain't no shame in my game,

that normal shit ain't my thang

If I speak wit 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 in the dirt

(in the dirt)

*Sports personalities*

Well Bob 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, Murphy Lee or somethin)

Murphy 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

wat wat

Money, money, money,

money was 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

Oh my God Bob did you see the game?

Bob, Bob what are you doing lookin at the sky Bob?

Its a great fucken day

Oh shit Bob are you on drugs?

Naw naw im not on drugs

Bob Bob look at me Bob

shut up lets stay on the topic

I did think it was a great game today

You missed a great game Bob

That that first guy I really liked him

He hit it out of the park

The second guy I liked him too

He was moving around the bases