Lyrics:
loaded, it's a three and two count
And here's the pitch
Steppin' up to the plate, first batter
Cool Keith
Black baseball, it was a known fact jack
Baseball banter
Two buddies with a pastime
Little league friends talking banter in the ticket line
Baseball banter
Two buddies in the cheap seats
centerfield, it's a hit
Up into the sky
I used to carry daddy's baseball glove to the big leagues
And I asked him how he got so good
It's partly the glove
And everyday it's my pleasure to meet
The league of bald-headed men
And everyday it's my pleasure to meet
The league of bald-headed men
Baseball hatted, blue
Just wrapped up another season of little league for my boys, another season of little league. Two words to describe Plymouth Massachusets little
So you wanna be in the major leagues
You need to listen to me
You're gonna wish you had a degree
So you can live life just like me
And I can afford
Just another baseball game in the People's League
Just another baseball game in the People's League
Pissin' in the long wet grass of the parking lot
now underway
The corners are hot with only one down
Let's turn the 'ole double play
Little League Baseball
I'll take the Frito pie special
And throw in
Too many styles for me to engage or debate y'all
Ain't in the same league; don't keep the same score
I seen the legends rock. I seen the greats
fo' (woo)
Promise if I kill the pussy, I'll send you home in a Ghost
And we on, Joe, Burberry my winter coat
Germantown my older bitch, she call me
to know
"Do they still play the blues in Chicago
When baseball season rolls around?
When the snow melts away, do the Cubbies still play
In their
With my dreams and gang
We move as a pack
Yeah
Baseball baseball baseball
Baseball baseball
That a major league sport
From American
Played it down
to know
"Do they still play the blues in Chicago
When baseball season rolls around?
When the snow melts away, do the Cubbies still play
In their
And there’s only one thing I can do
Thats to shit all over this fastball
To impress the fuck out of you
Cause I play baseball and it’s pretty hard to do
I
pleasure to meet
The league of bald-headed men.
Baseball hatted, blue capped.
And every day it's my pleasure to meet
The great league of bald-headed
Yeah, it's your boy Young Thad, man
I'm a baseball fan, man
I like the major leagues, but I like minor league ball too
This is minor league, man
Wasn't lending no hand to me
Like a garden I plant the seed
Hit the gas for a faster speed
We gonna swing like the baseball league
Kicking doors
Wasn't lending no hand to me
Like a garden I plant the seed
Hit the gas for a faster speed
We gonna swing like the baseball league
Kicking doors
Dancing in the back of a
Store in Germantown
Between the books about the men
Who aren’t as happy as I am now
The wind was flowing through your hair
Midlife Crisis Ending I Know That HaShem Had Sent em
I know Energy a Journey So the mystery lies in where it's Ending
I'm c Eagle cuntie Honey Germantown
Shhhhhh oye escucha esto
Dice
Jajaja
Ella lo batea e home run
la rompe duro sin control
Juega en la major league
Y me juego con ella un par de hit
baseball boy
He always lays down the squeeze
I want to be in his bush league
He's my boy. My big beefy baseball boy
And if he strikes out, I won't mind
He
hopes and loneliness
Since the big leagues left us dry
Birtha, rebirtha sing a sad song
Soothe these troubled times
First time
It's not the first
Yo I ain't just a short stop player
Yuh yuh
This ain't kid pitch this ain't machine pitch
This is the major league
Yo but my heart gets fatigued
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