Lyrics:
Haus viel wert
Man fand sie tot in ihrem Bett
Ein Baseball-Schläger blutbefleckt
Der CIA war als erster dort
Und die Videos waren auf einmal fort
It's for free now
It's for free now
It's for free now
And that's the way it should be
Yeah, yeah
Acid hits and baseball mitts
Ugly girls that I
The skinny kids with baseball bats
Still kick my ass and tell me that
My family was never one of wealth"
and santa gave us lollypork....
gracin' this fat ass track
Swingin' harder than a motherfuckin' baseball bat
I'm comin' strong repin' Cali all day long
See we the kings of California
Nelly Kelly loved baseball games,
Knew the players, knew all their names,
You could see her ev'ry day,
Shout "Hooray!!" when they play.
Her
the coaches get rich, ain't that a god damn shame
Now these high school hoopers, skip college for money
Since it ain't baseball, they try to call you damn
to my clothes,
My mom called me up for breakfast now it's all over my cheerio's
Tape wrapped around my baseball bat
I even taped the tail of an alley
night
[Chorus]
You gave life to me
A brand new world to see
Like playing baseball in the yard with dad at night
Mom reading Goodnight Moon
in my back yard
Had a shoe box full of baseball cards
And a couple of Evel Knievel scars
On my right arm
I was a kid when Elvis died
And my momma cried
a baseball diamond
I was right there when that gangsta started cryin
Twisted and wired, gun-mouth 4 hire
The game that we it accept all liars
Fears
wanted to stick it in me.
I took out a baseball bat,
Now it's her that's dead, not me.
And the judge brings down his hammer,
There's a black hat
to front
You can play baseball and bunt or roll up a blunt
I'm the kind of dog that was released from the pound
I'll bark in yo face hopin you love da
to the sandbox
And ask if they had space for just one more
Then play hide and seek along the banks of the creek
Buy baseball cards at the general store
But
fall down.
marigold.
fall sounds of rain.
why can't i go.
those days when spokes wound baseball cards tear hear them roar.
and faster still
Beat on the brat
Beat on the brat,
Beat on the brat,
With the baseball bat
What can you do?
What can you do?
With the brat like that
Always
a baby anymore.
Took on the baseball team right
On that dirty dugout floor.
Then you tried your hand at football.
Sacked the quarterback.
Drinkin
Home Mankato
At the graveyard in Lexington Kentucky
At the baseball diamond in Peaceful Valley
At JJ's Rose Arcade in Rapid City
In the living room
a gat
And you can't beat that with a baseball bat
So take your corny ass home
Before I get vexed and put the Tec to your dome
Now what's up, nigga
catch up,
Take the time to create, construct demonstrate
Set wack MC's straight, drinkin' a V8
I'm like a baseball player on track, got on steel cleats
ABOUT THE BASEBALL LOVIN GI-GI YOUR SO SMART,
I WANT TO THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART
Thanks
[Chorus x3]
Take me to a place where only happiness is all around.
1986 is where we'd go, sit out side with all my best friends, fighting over baseball cards.
to lace ya
cause you thinkin' that you all that
I beat ya down with a Eastern baseball bat
because I'm ma release all my frustration
cause they got me
in my back yard
Had a shoe box full of baseball cards
And a couple of Evel Knievel scars
On my right arm
I was a kid when Elvis died
And my momma cried
If we were sixteen again
We'd still be playing baseball
Mixing Big Red and Red Man
On the left side of the infield
And both D'Amico sisters
Would be
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