Fanatic of the B Word

[Intro: Mike G]

Haha! Ah yeah! Got it going on like a big old fat high hard-on!

(Hoo-wee!)

Black Sheep in the house, sweet daddy, Mr. Lawnge in the house

My man, Andres, in the house, you know what I'm 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, let's baseball (Got it goin' on)

Come on, everybody, do the baseball (Swing it over here!)

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Come on, everybody, let's baseball (We gonna swing it over here, swing it over there)

Come on, everybody, let's baseball

Come on, everybody, do the baseball (We gonna do the baseball)

Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody

Come on, everybody, let's baseball

[Verse 1: 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 feast

Smoke your blunt, but close your drapes

If we get fined by police

Don't worry, yo, I got the papes

Toxic is the talk that I tell

Tell the tales from the lady who's fat

Prince made the dope beat with no Bo Peeps

(And you can't beat that with a baseball bat)

[Chorus]

Come on, everybody, let's baseball

Come on, everybody, do the baseball

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Come on, everybody, let's baseball

Come on, everybody, let's baseball

Come on, everybody, do the baseball

Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody

Come on, everybody, let's baseball

[Verse 2: Dove]

Swing is the is of my step

Plug Two, groove a gut

On gets by when it's kept

Three miles to my strut

Forgiveness to the foes is false

I cook goose, and serve a plate

Position as 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 can't beat that with a baseball bat)

[Chorus]

Come on, everybody, let's baseball

Come on, everybody, do the baseball

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Come on, everybody, let's baseball

Come on, everybody, let's baseball

Come on, everybody, do the baseball

Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody

Come on, everybody, let's baseball

[Verse 3: Dres]

Move over just a bit to the right of me

For I cannot see where the booty is

I sit, I'm looking out a foggy window

Crack it just a bit, yo, this is showbiz?

It's 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 those who slept

Phonetics and kinetics persevere, therefore, I kick it

I took the L.I.R.R., but I did not have a ticket

Had some Chinese food, but I didn't have a spoon

I had a dope rhyme, but I didn't have it soon

I'm looking out the window, day is filled with rain and gloom

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

Eatin' on some sushi 'cause I know it ain't cat

(And you can't beat that with a baseball bat)

[Chorus]

Come on, everybody, let's baseball

Come on, everybody, do the baseball

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Come on, everybody, let's baseball

Come on, everybody, let's baseball

Come on, everybody, do the baseball

Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody

Come on, everybody, let's baseball

[Outro: Pos, Dres, Maseo & Paul]

(Rah!)

Yo, this is Plug One, and I'm saying peace to Lorraine in Holland

Thanks for not having my baby, peace

This is Dres. Danica, Boston. My first tight cushion, love you

Mista Lawnge: Yo this is the Sugar Dick Daddy, I'd like to say peace to my father, Bombed Out Brother

This is Baby Huey Plug Three, and I'd like to say peace to

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

Peace!

Yo, what's up? This is Prince Paul, I'd like to say what's up to all the doo-doo-eaters and all the Kelvin Mercer look-alikes?, and I'm out

(God damn!)

(Have a ball!)