Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nelly
Nelly
Vocals
Ali
Ali
Vocals
Murphy Lee
Murphy Lee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steve Wills
Steve Wills
Songwriter
Ali Kenyatta Jones
Ali Kenyatta Jones
Songwriter
Cornell Haynes, Jr.
Cornell Haynes, Jr.
Songwriter
Jason "Jay E" Epperson
Jason "Jay E" Epperson
Songwriter
Tohri Harper
Tohri Harper
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Epperson
Jason Epperson
Producer
Steve Wills
Steve Wills
Producer
Herb Powers
Herb Powers
Mastering Engineer
Jason Standard
Jason Standard
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kenny Dykstra
Kenny Dykstra
Assistant Engineer
Rich Travali
Rich Travali
Mixing Engineer
Steve Eigner
Steve Eigner
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Welcome ladies and gentlemen This is Mark oh, who gives a fuck, from '93 TV This is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco Bob, say hi (Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah yeah We ain't got a 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 Took a whole lot of tryin' Just to get up that hill I said, but now were up in the big leagues (big leagues) My dirty it's our turn at bat And just as long as we livin' It's lunatics player It ain't nothing wrong with that, ouu oh We batter up 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 (Alright) 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 I said the fish don't fry in the kitchen Beans don't burn on the grill It took a whole lot of tryin' Just to get up that hill I said, but now were up in the big leagues (big leagues) My dirty it's our turn at bat And just as long as we livin' It's lunatics player It ain't nothing wrong with that, ouu oh We batter up 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 thing If I speak with my dick Then switch your mouth on my brains I maintain through the atmosphere What we got here? A sucker 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 I said the fish don't fry in the kitchen (In the dirt) Beans don't burn on the grill It took a whole lot of tryin' Just to get up that hill I said, but now were up in the big leagues (big leagues) My dirty it's our turn at bat And just as long as we livin' It's lunatics player It ain't nothing wrong with that, ouu oh We batter up 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 something) 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 '93 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 mil' I lie little but still Talk straight up like motto I could tell you something now You think twice about it tomorrow I promise I gets deeper than file cabinets when rappin' What, what Money, money, money, money was happening 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 we came with You know how we do, we do We do, we do, we do, we do I said the fish don't fry in the kitchen Beans don't burn on the grill It took a whole lot of tryin' Just to get up that hill I said, but now were up in the big leagues (big leagues) My dirty it our turn at bat And just as long as we livin' It's lunatics player It ain't nothing wrong with that, ouu oh We batter up Oh my God, Bob, did you see the game? Bob, Bob what are you doing lookin at the sky Bob? Its a great fuckin' day Oh shit Bob are you on drugs? Nah, nah I'm not on drugs Bob, Bob look at me Bob Shut up let's stay on the topic Oh my God I do 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 That second guy I liked him too He was moving around the bases Swi batter, batter Swi batter, batter Swi, batter up (batter up) Swi batter, batter Swi batter, batter Swi, batter up (batter up) Swi batter, batter Swi batter, batter Swi, batter up (batter up) Swi batter, batter Swi batter, batter Swi, batter up (batter up)
Writer(s): Jeff Barry, Jason Epperson, Janet Dubois, Steve Wills Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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