And now, please rise for the singing of our National Anthem! I'm the first to swing, on run with that gimme what you got, bang! Hot plane, f*** a dub, smoke a d***, show me love 50 Club, me and she love Hollywood! I put my Mac down, she threw a curveball She over here, let's smoke that d***, that's an L.A. bowl She till pop, I'm off the mold First base, God livin' like the worst race First curse, chase, know your people ain't your kind Second lesson, smoke that d***, clear your mind It's about time, second base, wisdom rhyme Hittin' strong, skip third base and headin' home Third base was just to understand, baby, what the bone What the f*** is wrong with this world today? With these girls today, diamonds and pearls to weigh You out there f***in' with big leaves, photographin' so much seed Now your stains on your knees, cause weeds be in the big leaves Cause weeds be in the big leaves Fish don't fry in the kitchen Beans don't burn on the grill It took a whole lot of trying Just to get up that hill Except now we're up in the big leaves My very insides turned red And just as long as we livin' It's lunatic's bed It ain't nothin' wrong with that Well you should see me now I'm eatin' Wheaties now I'm still a second and third And lookin' old, thinkin' greedy now Hear me now, people call me Speedy now Know for runnin' as quick as miles I ain't runnin' anytime Give me ground rules before I eat it Spit it, lick it, and quit it, and hit it Lick it, did I say lick it? F***in' lick it Ain't no shame in my game That's normal s*** ain't my thing If I think with my teeth Then put your mouth on my brains I maintain to the atmosphere What we got here I soak it in fear Hear the roars and the cheers From the crowd when I take them out Let me show them how Hit the floor on the ground And make them get down Fish don't fry in the kitchen Beans don't burn on the grill It took a whole lot of trying Just to get up that hill I said, but now we're up in the big leagues My dirty hips, I'll turn it black And just as long as we live it It's lunatics playa And ain't nothin' wrong with that The batter up Well, Bob, this next young batter on deck He's still in high school Yeah, I heard that It's a great day, you know In high school out of your city In St. Louis, Missouri I think his name's, um, little Barkley? My name not, not said with screams I went from fantasies to dreams Dreams to bigger things I'm like Bennett, I've been here since Ninety-three, you can tell Cause my L angle ninety degrees I'm a sixteen-year-old schoolboy Platinum skips Swear to tear the reel The whole reel to make a meal While I live with steel Cork spray up like mine I can tell you something Now you think twice about it Tomorrow I'll be loose I get snippety by our cameras While rappin' Money, money, money, money What's happenin'? I'm comin' up like family members In basements And I'm stavin' Make a million a play We buy a building You can pay me When I think it's who became me You know how we do We do, we do, we do, we do, we do I said 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 I said, but now we're up in the big leagues My dirty hips are turnin' pale And just as long as we live it These lunatics play up And ain't nothin' wrong with that