Batter Up lyrics

Artist  : Nelly 
Song : Batter Up



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(Hook)
I say the fish don't fry in the
kitchen
Beans don't burn on the grill
It
took a whole lot of cheerin
Just to get up
that hill
But now we're up in the big
league
My dirty it's our turn at bat
And
just as long as we livin as Lunatics playa
It
ain't nothin wrong with that, batter
up

I'm the first to swing
I'ma run with
that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings
Fuck
a duck, smoke an ounce, show me love
Hit the
club, ??? love, holla what
I put my mack down,
she through a curve ball
She ??? ??? smoke that
herb
Got some Nelly ??
She tip-top 'em,
Optimo
First base, god livin like a worse
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 what the bomb
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 this 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,
gettin runnin anytime, hear me ???
Rules 'for
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, I know
my shit ain't my thing
If I ??? with my dick
then put your mouth on my brains
I maintain
through the atmosphere, what we got here
A
sucka infare, 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)

I want
my name not, not said to scream
I went from
fantasies to dreams, from dreams to bigger
things
I'm like Bennet I been in it since,
'93
You can tell 'cause my L ain't no 90
degrees
I'm a sixteen year-old school boy,
platinum skills
Swear to tell the real, the
whole real to make a mil
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 fire
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)