Ha ha, ah yeah
Got it going on like a big old fat high hard-on, yeah (hoo-wee)
Black Sheep in the house
Sweet daddy Mr. Lawnge in the house
My man Andres 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

Come on everybody let's baseball (got it goin' on, swing it over here)
Come on everybody do the baseball (chill, chill, chill)
Come on, come on, come on, come on (wait, wait and we gon' swing it over here)
Come on everybody let's baseball (swing it over there)
Come on everybody let's baseball
Come on everybody do the baseball (and we gon' do the baseball)
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Come on everybody let's baseball (come on, chill)

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)

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

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)

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

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 persevere
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)

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

Yo, this is Plug One and I'm saying peace to Lorraine in Holland
Thanks for not having my baby, peace
This is Dres
Danica, Boston, my first tight cushion, love you
Yo, this is the Sugar Dick Daddy
I'd like to say peace to my father, Bombed Out Brother
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
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 (goddamn)

(Have a ball)

Copyright: Exploration Group LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Andres Titus, Busta Cherry Jones, David J. Jolicoeur, Donald Edward Kinsey, Kelvin Mercer, Paul E. Huston, Ralph Edward Kinsey, Vincent L. Mason