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
Just wrapped up another season of little league for my boys, another season of little league. Two words to describe Plymouth Massachusets little
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
and one record in his second season
Ran away from boarding school in the summer season
Minor league baseball for some meager checks
A common practice so
the crack of a bat
Baseball is back back back
Gone dead center
Walk off
Game winner
Touch 'em all
Tip your cap
Baseball is back back back
It's a little kid
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
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
down at the little league game and our sons up at the plate
He looks nervous as hell the same way I did showing up for our second date
It was during
Has been my rock, has been my Superman
My wild west pony, my very first friend
Baseball coach, taught me how to drive
How to love a good woman, how
puttin out, that energy
Niggas at my school treat me like a god, a deity
We got baseball money, you still play in little leagues
I don't take no percs but
Wait
I got so many hits that I made a baseball team look like a fucking little league
I got so many fits that I made your girl stop me in public
sometimes I gotta tell a story in the booth (Slick Rick)
Like I aint ya boo, but Babe Im Ruth, Major League Baseball
Like a nigga to the MLB, you don't play
in the major league
functioning like champion off the block yes indeed
straight old school dude not a old fool rude wit an attitude
crushin up these
in the major league
functioning like champion off the block yes indeed
straight old school dude not a old fool rude wit an attitude
crushin up these
east, west
Northwest? I mean "North-, wait"
I don't even know about that shit, don't know what to say
I'm in major like it's a major league
I mean I'm
was eleven years old again
I remember the thrills of that baseball team I know I made a couple of friend
I played second base for the Little League Cubs
We'd go swimming in your backyard
cnd play video games, I still remember your scar
Your little brother would tag along
When we would play baseball
fly a kite and score running little league
I'm gonna go to school, make a friend, be able to run again
And take off my mask and just breathe in
so sick
Y'all can take the rest out
I'm bigging up myself
Bigging up chest out
Know I brought the west out
Know you brought your vest out
Teflon Don
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
of Carmichael on the front page,
Posing with the little league baseball team,
And a seedy shot of Jed on a motorcycle.
Grandpa died like a hero,
Fighting
laid his head on a newspaper
With a picture of Carmichael on the front page,
Posing with the little league baseball team,
And a seedy shot of Jed
High in the video, fuck with me, hella raw
Raw got a little riddle, riddle, twerk for a star
Started from the (from the), like Christina, got
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