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