| Song | Batter Up - Album Version (Edited) |
| Artist | Nelly |
| Artist | Ali |
| Artist | Murphy Lee |
| Album | Country Grammar |
| 作曲 : Nelly & Jason Epperson & Steve Wills | |
| 作词 : BARRY, JEFF/DUBOIS, JANET/EPPERSON, JASON/HAYNES, CORNELL/WILLS, STEVE | |
| Vocal：Nelly/Murphy Lee/Ali | |
| *Sports personalities* | |
| Welcome ladies and gentlemen | |
| This is Mark... oh-Who-gives-a-fuck from '93 TV | |
| This is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco | |
| (Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah yeah | |
| We got a crowd that's in a frenzy Bob | |
| Let's go down to the announcers for the start of the game | |
| *Stadium announcer* | |
| And now.. please rise for the singing of our national anthem | |
| (Chorus) | |
| *paraphrasing 'The Jeffersons'* | |
| I say the fish don't fry in the kitchen | |
| Beans don't burn on the grill (that's right) | |
| It took a whole lot of tah-ryin | |
| Just to get up that hill | |
| I said but now we're up in the BIG LEAGUES | |
| My dirty it's our turn at bat | |
| And just as long as we livin, it's Lunatics playa | |
| It ain't nuttin wrong with that, huh - batter up | |
| St. Lunatics- | |
| I'm the first to swing | |
| I'ma run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings | |
| Fuck a dub, smoke an ounce, show me love | |
| Hit the club, me and T-Luv holla what | |
| I put my mack down, she throw a curve ball | |
| She owed Milli smoked that herb and some Llly-bone | |
| She tip-top 'em, Optimo | |
| First base, god livin like a worst race | |
| First chase, throw yo' people and yo' kind | |
| Second lesson, smoke that herb and clear yo' mind | |
| It's about time, second base wisdom rhyme | |
| Sittin strong, skipped third base and headed home | |
| Third baseman just don't understand baby what the bong | |
| What the fuck wrong, with this world today | |
| With these girls today, diamonds and pearls the way | |
| You wasn't fuckin with me, leave, for the wrap that's in my seed | |
| Now you stays on yo knees cause we's be in the big league | |
| Cause we's be in the big leauge | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Nelly- | |
| Well you should see me now, I'm eatin Wheaties now | |
| I'm stealin second and third and lookin home peepin greedy now | |
| See me now, people call me speedy now | |
| Known for runnin the quickest miles | |
| hit and run in any town, any ground | |
| Rules 'fore I hit it, split it, lick it and quit it | |
| And hit it, lick it, did I say lick it, (yeah) fuck it, lick it | |
| Ain't no shame in my game, that normal shit ain't my thang | |
| If I stick with my dick then put your mouth on my brains | |
| I maintain through the atmosphere, what we got here | |
| A sucka in fear, hear the roars and the cheers | |
| From the crowd when I take the mile, let me show 'em how | |
| Hit the ball on the ground and make 'em get down | |
| (Chorus) | |
| *Sports personalities* | |
| Well uhh this next young batter on deck | |
| He's still in high school (yeah I heard that) | |
| (It's a great day though) | |
| A good high school out in U-City of St. Louis, Missouri | |
| (I think his name's umm, who knows.. | |
| Mur-uhh, Murphey Lee or somethin) | |
| Murphey Lee- | |
| I want my name not, not said but screamed | |
| I went from fantasies to dreams, dreams to bigger things | |
| I'm like Bennett I been in it since, ninety-three | |
| You can tell cause my L angle 90 degrees | |
| I'ma sixteen year-old school boy, platinum skills | |
| Swear to tell the real, the whole real to make a mill' | |
| I lie little but still, talk straight up like motto | |
| I could tell you somethin now, you think twice about it tomorrow | |
| I promise, I gets deeper than file cabinets when rappin | |
| Money, money, money, money what's happenin | |
| I'm comin up like family members in basements, and I stay bent | |
| Make a milli to play with, buy a building you can pay me | |
| And the 'tic is who I came with | |
| You know how we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, we do | |
| (Chorus) | |
| *Sports personalities ad libbing* |
| zuò qǔ : Nelly Jason Epperson Steve Wills | |
| zuò cí : BARRY, JEFF DUBOIS, JANET EPPERSON, JASON HAYNES, CORNELL WILLS, STEVE | |
| Vocal: Nelly Murphy Lee Ali | |
| Sports personalities | |
| Welcome ladies and gentlemen | |
| This is Mark... ohWhogivesafuck from ' 93 TV | |
| This is my cohost, Bob Buttafuoco | |
| Hey hey guys Yeah yeah yeah | |
| We got a crowd that' s in a frenzy Bob | |
| Let' s go down to the announcers for the start of the game | |
| Stadium announcer | |
| And now.. please rise for the singing of our national anthem | |
| Chorus | |
| paraphrasing ' The Jeffersons' | |
| I say the fish don' t fry in the kitchen | |
| Beans don' t burn on the grill that' s right | |
| It took a whole lot of tahryin | |
| Just to get up that hill | |
| I said but now we' re up in the BIG LEAGUES | |
| My dirty it' s our turn at bat | |
| And just as long as we livin, it' s Lunatics playa | |
| It ain' t nuttin wrong with that, huh batter up | |
| St. Lunatics | |
| I' m the first to swing | |
| I' ma run with that givemewhatyougot thing, hot wings | |
| Fuck a dub, smoke an ounce, show me love | |
| Hit the club, me and TLuv holla what | |
| I put my mack down, she throw a curve ball | |
| She owed Milli smoked that herb and some Lllybone | |
| She tiptop ' em, Optimo | |
| First base, god livin like a worst race | |
| First chase, throw yo' people and yo' kind | |
| Second lesson, smoke that herb and clear yo' mind | |
| It' s about time, second base wisdom rhyme | |
| Sittin strong, skipped third base and headed home | |
| Third baseman just don' t understand baby what the bong | |
| What the fuck wrong, with this world today | |
| With these girls today, diamonds and pearls the way | |
| You wasn' t fuckin with me, leave, for the wrap that' s in my seed | |
| Now you stays on yo knees cause we' s be in the big league | |
| Cause we' s be in the big leauge | |
| Chorus | |
| Nelly | |
| Well you should see me now, I' m eatin Wheaties now | |
| I' m stealin second and third and lookin home peepin greedy now | |
| See me now, people call me speedy now | |
| Known for runnin the quickest miles | |
| hit and run in any town, any ground | |
| Rules ' fore I hit it, split it, lick it and quit it | |
| And hit it, lick it, did I say lick it, yeah fuck it, lick it | |
| Ain' t no shame in my game, that normal shit ain' t my thang | |
| If I stick with my dick then put your mouth on my brains | |
| I maintain through the atmosphere, what we got here | |
| A sucka in fear, hear the roars and the cheers | |
| From the crowd when I take the mile, let me show ' em how | |
| Hit the ball on the ground and make ' em get down | |
| Chorus | |
| Sports personalities | |
| Well uhh this next young batter on deck | |
| He' s still in high school yeah I heard that | |
| It' s a great day though | |
| A good high school out in UCity of St. Louis, Missouri | |
| I think his name' s umm, who knows.. | |
| Muruhh, Murphey Lee or somethin | |
| Murphey Lee | |
| I want my name not, not said but screamed | |
| I went from fantasies to dreams, dreams to bigger things | |
| I' m like Bennett I been in it since, ninetythree | |
| You can tell cause my L angle 90 degrees | |
| I' ma sixteen yearold school boy, platinum skills | |
| Swear to tell the real, the whole real to make a mill' | |
| I lie little but still, talk straight up like motto | |
| I could tell you somethin now, you think twice about it tomorrow | |
| I promise, I gets deeper than file cabinets when rappin | |
| Money, money, money, money what' s happenin | |
| I' m comin up like family members in basements, and I stay bent | |
| Make a milli to play with, buy a building you can pay me | |
| And the ' tic is who I came with | |
| You know how we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, we do | |
| Chorus | |
| Sports personalities ad libbing |