Lyrics:
happening
The 8 ball, taking scrape off
Fuck a shoe box I need a safe like baseball
Let my tool pop
Knock off his face and take off
A maroon drop
Niggas can't
cross ‘em
Kill your ass and leave you behind
Like an orphan
I swear it happens all the time, very often
Still gettin' baseball money, Barry Larkin
‘Round
fools with a baseball bat
Started having sex at only 14
Imagine OG wears his clothes
All crisp and clean
Got pregnant had a baby in December
She won't see
found you
No cater to crown, I got 'bout seven pounds
So now I sit down and twist up
Baseball bat causin' stuff
Smoked out in the cut
Bombed out in
Sock'Em robot, kid, I drop bombs
I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty
I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news
I'm crazy and clever, cut throats
having a little fun
Have some with me
Let's go baseball now the '94 Ken Griffey
One man roster matter fact I'm
The '96 Mike Piazza
MVP of LA, call
face gon
This little pussy hurt him
Arm throwin some baseballs
He a rapper now? I pact the crowd
With some killer that be acting wild
You jack my style?
like this make me wanna turn my baseball cap to the side
You know, with the T.I. lean
Y'all fake mad
Catch up, niggas
Gettin' y'all identity, huh?
cats
Who traded their baseball bats for gats that spat
Blood of the people across steeples and concrete jungles that turn playgrounds into graveyards
break their hearts, uh huh
And men still keep on marching off to war
Electrically they keep a baseball score
And the beat goes on, the beat goes
did
They were all just a little bit wicked
They'd blow up mail boxes
With a baseball bat
Go for direct hits
I know how to win you can forget it
Awright, welcome, and good evening to the baseball game.
I'm skip Carey, and with Keith Van Weiren
For another game between the Atlanta braves
Woru-re, wuro-roro, ou-wo
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm from Louisiana, she's from San Pedro de Macorís
You know the land of baseball players
Where Sammy
wit' that guy?
So you gettin' back to this dude wit' the foul attitude
Shoot he made another bad move sayin' that
Girls shouldn't wear baseball caps
Lifeguard, guard me from life
Lifeguard, guard me from life.
The last bus home is the dangerous one,
A baseball bat against the collarbone.
Lifeguard.
and cussed
And did his things and they made him into a regular hero
And inside this magazine was the story of a baseball player
Who got involted with
you dig baseball games
And you're always talkin' about that blonde next door (ah she's a lovely child)
The way that you keep changing things I wonder
break their hearts, uh huh
And men still keep on marching off to war
Electrically they keep a baseball score
And the beat goes on, the beat goes
a habit and played like a toy
Never defeated not conceited, but let's face facts
Couldn't beat me with a motherfuckin' baseball bat
If I gave you a bomb
Still the arms of Regina reach for me
Things haven't changed a lot in my hometown
The baseball games still go on in the park
The big apple tree still
Baseball cap backward, forearms swingin' like a hip-hopper
You do the rhyme, thinkin no one can stop ya
I be the followin' that chop ya down as I clock ya,
Baseball bats if they ran in the house
We from out south like birds in the clouds
When I was 11, heard my homie dad died
This shit deeper than music, I
make off that
That you make off that
Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat
Peanut butter jelly with a, peanut butter jelly
Y'all ain't ready for
the internet buy a baseball bat break a bootlegger
Leg all I listen to is vets, your fresh of the step
I come directly at your OG neck
I'm used to the one two
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