Lyrics:
ain't nothing in my pocket,
But three nickels and a [4] dime
But I'm holding to the pieces of my dream
Somebody threw a baseball through my window
snitching
This ain't baseball, so stop pitching
And making collect calls, to the police
Get your jersey retired, whodi you don't know me
I should of stayed in
hey, hey
Why do I keep coming back?
Why do I keep coming back?
I'm a mailbox, you're a baseball bat
You don't care how I feel
You just don't care
take you back
To my life as a mack i was a scardy little
Nigga wearing baseball caps
And every girl up in the city
Knew that I had snaps
I used to slam
on the boards!
Aye yo big face yams what up what up
Bring it back, bring it back to NORE huh huh
Shit, ski mask, black on baseball bat strong
Slap a nigga, Warren
baseball, they play football under lights
They play card games and we watch them every night
Need distraction, need entertainment tonight
Need random
to beat me with a baseball bat, watch your ass
All these crazy hoes havin' babies for the welfare
Homicide, murderers killin' people everywhere, watch your
I'm a G.O.A.T in the roadster, sandlot
Big dawg, baseball, sniffin' 'til your face off
Only makin' short stops, the Apple call me A-Rod
This is
Skin dance back-a-the condo
Skin heads getting to school
Beating on blacks with a baseball bat
Racism back in rule
White trash picking up Nazi flags
My life is a mess, naah better yet it's a test
I snatched the chopper from the coppers then put on my vest
Life's a baseball game out west
Oh yes,
Hey little tomboy, sit here on my lap
I got things that I gotta tell you
No more skateboards, put away your baseball mitt
Your rough livin' days
Football, baseball, Sunday afternoon t.v.
I know you no need to ask me where I'll be
But when you go out to play
I may have to slip away
I'm
I was thrilled to death, the day that Babe Ruth signed my baseball bat
I always remember that, the greatest one of all
When I was out in Hollywood,
Couldn't beat me with a motherfuckin baseball bat
If I gave you a bomb that was nuclear armed
You could shoot it at me and I wouldn't get harmed
'Cause
Strummin' on a '48 D-18,
American Beauty
Hot dogs, baseball, popcorn, football
a cheer for victory
NASCAR racecar number three
American beauty, American
do her wrong, I never cheat on her
And if the game was baseball, I'd be on first
[Chorus]
(I see you watchin this) I see you watchin
(I know it
Belonging to the Crutches
In an alley in their clutches
Looking kind of dismal that night
Well the leader's name was Fats
Swinging broken baseball bats
Things
know me yeah I'm
Always switchin' the bitch
Like gooding on the mount
You know switchin' a pitch
I don't know nothin' about baseball
But I'm pitchin'
I see the shapes
I remember from maps
I see the shoreline
I see the whitecaps
A baseball diamond
Nice weather down there
I see the school
guys are sailing
Playing baseball, gee that's bettah
Muddah, Faddah kindly disregard this letter
yo I ain't all of that,
Hit ya with the baseball bat,
An' ya want to ill though,
Want to mess around,
You get fucked on the hill bro,
Kick it like
and definitely you
I'm the type of guy who takes time to just kick back
I turn around my baseball cap
I have a 40 sitting on my lap
Slamming the ivories
guys are sailing
Playing baseball, gee that's bettah
Muddah, Faddah kindly disregard this letter
for money, never for sex
Bullet in chest, baseball bat to the head
Left for dead
So, eyes wide and glassy
Speech, slowed and slurred
Lips
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