Album Cover Batter Up

Batter Up

NELLY

7

(Hook)

I say 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

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 think 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)