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 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

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



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,

Don't worry, yo, I got the papes

Toxic is the talk that I tell,

Tell the tales from the lady who's fat

Chris made the dope beat but no Bo Peeps

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



CHORUS



DOVE:

Swing is the is of my step

Plug Two, groove a gut

On gets by when it's 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 can't 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, 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 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 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

Eating large fish 'cause I know it ain't cat

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



CHORUS



(Rrrr-RAH!)

POS: Yo this is Plug One and I'm 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, I'd like to say peace

to my father, Bombed Out Brother.

MASE: 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!

PAUL: 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!)