Song | Just a Friendly Game of Baseball |
Artist | Main Source |
Album | Breaking Atoms |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : McKenzie, McKenzie, Mitchell | |
Aww shit, another young brother hit | |
I better go over my man's crib and get the pump | |
Cause to the cops, shootin brothers is like playin baseball | |
And they're never in a slump | |
I guess when they shoot up a crew, it's a grand slam | |
And when it's one, it's a home run | |
But I'ma be ready with a wild pitch | |
My finger got a bad twitch, plus I'm on the switch | |
Aide, and step up to the batter's box | |
Fuck red and white, I got on Black Sox | |
But let him shoot a person from the White Sox | |
What's the call? Foul ball! | |
Babe Ruth woulda made a good cop, but he didn't | |
Instead he was a bigot, dig it | |
My life is valuable and I protect it like a gem | |
Instead of cops gettin me I'm goin out shootin them | |
And let em cough up blood like phlegm | |
It's grim, but dead is my antonym | |
And legally they can't take a fall | |
Yo check it out it's just a friendly game of baseball | |
R.B.I. - real bad injury | |
But don't get happy you're in jail for a century | |
Just as bad as bein shot in the groin | |
To see who'll shoot ya, they'll flip a coin | |
And watch him run for the stretch | |
But you don't know the man is at home waitin to make the catch | |
So the outfielder guns you down | |
You're out, off to the dugout, underground | |
I know a cop that's savage, his pockets stay green like cabbage | |
Cause he has a good batting average | |
No questions, just pulls out the flamer | |
And his excuses get lamer | |
Once a brother tried to take a leave | |
But they shot him in his face sayin he was tryin to steal a base | |
And people watch the news for coverage on the game | |
Hmm, and got the nerve to complain | |
They need to get themselves a front row seat | |
Or sink a baseline for a beat | |
Cause television just ain't designed for precision y'all | |
It's just a friendly game of baseball | |
A kid caught on, but I don't know where the brother went | |
The umpires are the government | |
I guess they took him out the game, and replace him with a pinch-hitter | |
In the scam he was a quitter | |
So the cops usually torment, I mean tournament | |
Win em I was sayin | |
You can't let the umpires, hear ya speak and battle | |
like the other kid you won't be playin | |
Cause they'll beat you til your ass drop | |
A walking gun with a shell in his hand is their mascot | |
And when they walk around let it be known to step lightly | |
The bases are loaded | |
My man got out from three strikes in the skull | |
But the knife he was carrying was dull | |
Instead of innings, we have endings | |
What a fine way to win things | |
And hot-dog vendors have fun | |
Sellin you the cat rat and dog on a bun | |
And when you ask what is all of this called? | |
It's just a friendly game of baseball |
zuo ci : McKenzie, McKenzie, Mitchell | |
Aww shit, another young brother hit | |
I better go over my man' s crib and get the pump | |
Cause to the cops, shootin brothers is like playin baseball | |
And they' re never in a slump | |
I guess when they shoot up a crew, it' s a grand slam | |
And when it' s one, it' s a home run | |
But I' ma be ready with a wild pitch | |
My finger got a bad twitch, plus I' m on the switch | |
Aide, and step up to the batter' s box | |
Fuck red and white, I got on Black Sox | |
But let him shoot a person from the White Sox | |
What' s the call? Foul ball! | |
Babe Ruth woulda made a good cop, but he didn' t | |
Instead he was a bigot, dig it | |
My life is valuable and I protect it like a gem | |
Instead of cops gettin me I' m goin out shootin them | |
And let em cough up blood like phlegm | |
It' s grim, but dead is my antonym | |
And legally they can' t take a fall | |
Yo check it out it' s just a friendly game of baseball | |
R. B. I. real bad injury | |
But don' t get happy you' re in jail for a century | |
Just as bad as bein shot in the groin | |
To see who' ll shoot ya, they' ll flip a coin | |
And watch him run for the stretch | |
But you don' t know the man is at home waitin to make the catch | |
So the outfielder guns you down | |
You' re out, off to the dugout, underground | |
I know a cop that' s savage, his pockets stay green like cabbage | |
Cause he has a good batting average | |
No questions, just pulls out the flamer | |
And his excuses get lamer | |
Once a brother tried to take a leave | |
But they shot him in his face sayin he was tryin to steal a base | |
And people watch the news for coverage on the game | |
Hmm, and got the nerve to complain | |
They need to get themselves a front row seat | |
Or sink a baseline for a beat | |
Cause television just ain' t designed for precision y' all | |
It' s just a friendly game of baseball | |
A kid caught on, but I don' t know where the brother went | |
The umpires are the government | |
I guess they took him out the game, and replace him with a pinchhitter | |
In the scam he was a quitter | |
So the cops usually torment, I mean tournament | |
Win em I was sayin | |
You can' t let the umpires, hear ya speak and battle | |
like the other kid you won' t be playin | |
Cause they' ll beat you til your ass drop | |
A walking gun with a shell in his hand is their mascot | |
And when they walk around let it be known to step lightly | |
The bases are loaded | |
My man got out from three strikes in the skull | |
But the knife he was carrying was dull | |
Instead of innings, we have endings | |
What a fine way to win things | |
And hotdog vendors have fun | |
Sellin you the cat rat and dog on a bun | |
And when you ask what is all of this called? | |
It' s just a friendly game of baseball |
zuò cí : McKenzie, McKenzie, Mitchell | |
Aww shit, another young brother hit | |
I better go over my man' s crib and get the pump | |
Cause to the cops, shootin brothers is like playin baseball | |
And they' re never in a slump | |
I guess when they shoot up a crew, it' s a grand slam | |
And when it' s one, it' s a home run | |
But I' ma be ready with a wild pitch | |
My finger got a bad twitch, plus I' m on the switch | |
Aide, and step up to the batter' s box | |
Fuck red and white, I got on Black Sox | |
But let him shoot a person from the White Sox | |
What' s the call? Foul ball! | |
Babe Ruth woulda made a good cop, but he didn' t | |
Instead he was a bigot, dig it | |
My life is valuable and I protect it like a gem | |
Instead of cops gettin me I' m goin out shootin them | |
And let em cough up blood like phlegm | |
It' s grim, but dead is my antonym | |
And legally they can' t take a fall | |
Yo check it out it' s just a friendly game of baseball | |
R. B. I. real bad injury | |
But don' t get happy you' re in jail for a century | |
Just as bad as bein shot in the groin | |
To see who' ll shoot ya, they' ll flip a coin | |
And watch him run for the stretch | |
But you don' t know the man is at home waitin to make the catch | |
So the outfielder guns you down | |
You' re out, off to the dugout, underground | |
I know a cop that' s savage, his pockets stay green like cabbage | |
Cause he has a good batting average | |
No questions, just pulls out the flamer | |
And his excuses get lamer | |
Once a brother tried to take a leave | |
But they shot him in his face sayin he was tryin to steal a base | |
And people watch the news for coverage on the game | |
Hmm, and got the nerve to complain | |
They need to get themselves a front row seat | |
Or sink a baseline for a beat | |
Cause television just ain' t designed for precision y' all | |
It' s just a friendly game of baseball | |
A kid caught on, but I don' t know where the brother went | |
The umpires are the government | |
I guess they took him out the game, and replace him with a pinchhitter | |
In the scam he was a quitter | |
So the cops usually torment, I mean tournament | |
Win em I was sayin | |
You can' t let the umpires, hear ya speak and battle | |
like the other kid you won' t be playin | |
Cause they' ll beat you til your ass drop | |
A walking gun with a shell in his hand is their mascot | |
And when they walk around let it be known to step lightly | |
The bases are loaded | |
My man got out from three strikes in the skull | |
But the knife he was carrying was dull | |
Instead of innings, we have endings | |
What a fine way to win things | |
And hotdog vendors have fun | |
Sellin you the cat rat and dog on a bun | |
And when you ask what is all of this called? | |
It' s just a friendly game of baseball |