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 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!)