Текст (слова) песни: Nelly - Batter Up (feat St. Lunatics)

[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

[Sports personalities ad libbing]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Nelly - Batter Up (feat St. Lunatics) [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 [Sports personalities ad libbing] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Batter Up (feat St. Lunatics): http://musworld.ru/music/eng/113/1/1852.html Все тексты песен: Nelly » Nelly - Dem Boyz » Nelly - Air Force Ones » Nelly - Never Let `Em C U Sweat (Featuring The T » Nelly - Dem Boyz » Nelly - Tho Dem Wrappas » Nelly - Country Grammar » Nelly - My Place » Nelly - Darling (baby Doll) » Nelly - Play It Off » Nelly - ride with me \| guitar chord и Mp3 » Nelly - Ride With Me » Nelly - Real Niggaz » Nelly - Roc the Mic » Nelly - The Gank » Nelly - Scandalous » Nelly - Roc The Mic » Nelly - Die For You » Nelly - Ride Wit Me (Featuring City Spud) » Nelly - Country Grammer (uncensored version) » Nelly - E.I. Рекомендуем скачать: » Barcode - Don Ron » Blind Zero - Tomorrow Is a Promise » Blondie - Undone » battlefield band - from here to there \| guitar pro tab и Mp3 » Beastie Boys - Putting Shame In Your Game » Bella Morte - Neverland » budgie - You Know I`ll Always Love You » Big Country - All Of Us » Beck - lost cause \| guitar chord Рё Mp3 » Blood - Harass » Break The Silence - Moving Day » brian setzer orchestra - Jump Jive An Wail » Bad Religion - The State Of The End Of The Millenium Address » Buckshot Lefonque - Another Day » Butt Trumpet - Decapitated » Big Black - Il Duce » Burns Robert - The Lass O Ballochmyle » Band, The - Hold Back The Dawn » Billy Gilman - Jingle Bell Rock » Body Count - Bowels of The Devil
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