Fanatic of the B Word

Mike g:

Ha ha! ah yeah! got it going on like a big old fat high hard-on!

(hooo-weee!) black sheep in the house, sweet daddy mr. lawnge in the

House, my man the dres in the house, you know what Im sayin,

Huey love in the house, long posdnuos, dove, prince paul, the

Immigrant

Lucien in the house. the house dreddy bear, ha, mike g!

Chorus:

Come on everybody lets baseball

Come on everybody do the baseball

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Come on everybody lets baseball

Come on everybody lets baseball

Come on everybody do the baseball

Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody

Come on everybody lets baseball

Mike g:

Got it goin on. swing it over here! ochay, ochay, ochay.

We gonna swing it over here, swing it over there. we gonna do the

Baseball. ha ha ha!

(three feet)

Pos:

A nubian sprocket is the one

Plug one, cut the cap

Forward is the marcher of the chant,

To the clan, unless you slept

Willy to the wonka of the feat

Smoke your blunt, but close your drapes

If we get fined by police,

Dont worry, yo, I got the papes

Toxic is the talk that I tell,

Tell the tales from the lady whos fat

Chris made the dope beat but no bo peeps

(and you cant beat that with a baseball bat)

Chorus

Dove:

Swing is the is of my step

Plug two, groove a gut

On gets by when its kept

Three miles to my step

Forgiveness to the foes is false

I cook goose and serve a plate

Position is opposed to a loss

No cost, no relate

Brother got a badge of his own

Because the link of the life is slack

This licks em down to the tootsie pop

(and you cant beat that with a baseball bat)

Chorus

Dres:

Move over just a bit to the right of me

For I cannot see where the booty is

I sit, Im looking out a foggy window

Crack it just a bit, yo this is showbiz

Its as though a pound goes around and around

So I give a pound then I do the step

Dres will be with boca on the side

Can I crack a smile for doz who slept

Phonetics and kinetics perservere

Therefore I kick it

I took the l.i.r.r. but I did not have a ticket

Had some chinese food but I didnt have a spoon

I had a dope rhyme but I didnt have it soon

Im looking out the window

Day is filled with rain and gloom

Man oh man oh man I hope I find my spoon soon

Eating large fish cause I know it aint cat

(and you cant beat that with a baseball bat)

Chorus

(rrrr-rah!)

Pos: yo this is plug one and Im saying peace to lorraine in holland,

Thanks for not having my baby, peace.

Dres: this is dres. danica, boston, my first tight cushion, love you.

Mista lawnge: yo this is the sugar dick daddy, Id like to say peace

To my father, bombed out brother.

Mase: this is baby huey plug three, and Id like to say peace to

That mother a-ahem who stole my pathfinder in front of the studio,

Peace!

Paul: yo whats up, this is prince paul, Id like to say whats up

To all the doo doo eaters and all the kelvin mercer look-alikes, and

Im out.

(God damn!)

(have a ball!)