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Artist: De La Soul f/ Mike G, Dres
Album:  De La Soul is Dead
Song:   Fanatic of the B Word
   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
   Lucien in the house. The house Dreddy Bear, ha, Mike G!
   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)

   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)
   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)
   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)
   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,
   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!)