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!)