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Welcome ladies and gentlemenThis is Mark, oh-Who-gives-a-fuck from '93 TVThis is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco(Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah yeahWe got a crowd that's in a frenzy BobLet's go down to the announcers for the start of the gameAnd now, please rise for the singing of our national anthemI say the fish don't fry in the kitchenBeans don't burn on the grill (that's right)It took a whole lot of tryingJust to get up that hillI said but now we're up in the big leaguesMy dirty it's our turn at batAnd just as long as we living, it's Lunatics playerIt ain't nothing wrong with that, batter upI'm the first to swingHome run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wingsFuck a dub, smoke an ounce, show me loveHit the club, me and T-Luv holla whatI put my mack down, she throw a curve ballShe owed Milli smoked that herb and some Llly-boneShe tip-top 'em, OptimoFirst base, god living like a worst raceSongtexteFirst chase, throw yo' people and yo' kindSecond lesson, smoke that herb and clear yo' mindIt's about time, second base wisdom rhymeSitting strong, skipped third base and headed homeThird baseman just don't understand baby what the bongWhat the fuck wrong, with this world todayWith these girls today, diamonds and pearls the wayYou wasn't fucking with me, leave, for the wrap that's in my seedNow you stays on yo knees cause we's be in the big leagueCause we's be in the big leagueI say the fish don't fry in the kitchenBeans don't burn on the grill (that's right)It took a whole lot of tryingJust to get up that hillI said but now we're up in the big leaguesMy dirty it's our turn at batAnd just as long as we living, it's Lunatics playerIt ain't nothing wrong with that, batter upWell you should see me now, I'm eating Wheaties nowI'm stealing second and third and looking home peeping greedy nowSee me now, people call me speedy nowKnown for running the quickest mileshit and run in any town, any groundRules 'fore I hit it, split it, lick it and quit itAnd hit it, lick it, did I say lick it, (yeah) fuck it, lick itAin't no shame in my game, that normal shit ain't my thingIf I think with my dick then put your mouth on my brainI maintain through the atmosphere, what we got hereA sucker in fear, hear the roars and the cheersFrom the crowd when I take the mile, let me show 'em howHit the ball on the ground and make 'em get downI say the fish don't fry in the kitchenBeans don't burn on the grill (that's right)It took a whole lot of tryingJust to get up that hillI said but now we're up in the big leaguesMy dirty it's our turn at batAnd just as long as we living, it's Lunatics playerIt ain't nothing wrong with that, batter upWell this next young batter on deckHe'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 screamedI went from fantasies to dreams, dreams to bigger thingsI'm like Bennett I been in it since, ninety-threeYou can tell cause my L angle 90 degreesI'ma sixteen year-old school boy, platinum skillsSwear to tell the real, the whole real to make a mill'I lie little but still, talk straight up like mottoI could tell you something now, you think twice about it tomorrowI promise, I gets deeper than file cabinets when rappingMoney, money, money, money what's happeningI'm coming up like family members in basements, and I stay bentMake a milli to play with, buy a building you can pay meAnd the 'tic is who I came withYou know how we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, we doI say the fish don't fry in the kitchenBeans don't burn on the grill (that's right)It took a whole lot of tryingJust to get up that hillI said but now we're up in the big leaguesMy dirty it's our turn at batAnd just as long as we living, it's Lunatics playerIt ain't nothing wrong with that, batter up Aus Songtexte Mania