Текст (слова) песни: Main Source - Just a Friendly Game of Baseball

 
Verse One: 
 
[blam] Aww shit, another young brother hit 
I better go over my man`s crib and get the pump 
Cause to the cops, shootin brothers is like playin baseball 
And they`re never in a slump 
I guess when they shoot up a crew, it`s a grand slam 
And when it`s one, it`s a home run 
But I`ma be ready with a wild pitch 
My finger got a bad twitch, plus I`m on the switch -- 
-- side, and step up to the batter`s box 
Fuck red and white, I got on Black Sox 
But let him shoot a person from the White Sox 
What`s the call? Foul ball! 
Babe Ruth woulda made a good cop, but he didn`t 
Instead he was a bigot, dig it 
My life is valuable and I protect it like a gem 
Instead of cops gettin me I`m goin out gettin them 
And let em cough up blood like phlegm 
It`s grim [blam blam] but dead is my antonym 
And legally they can`t take a fall 
Yo check it out it`s just a friendly game of baseball 
 
Verse Two: 
 
R.B.I. -- real bad injury 
But don`t get happy you`re in jail for a century 
Just as bad as bein shot in the groin 
To see who`ll shoot ya, they`ll flip a coin 
And watch him run for the stretch 
But you don`t know the man is at home waitin to make the catch 
So the outfielder guns you down 
You`re out, off to the dugout, underground 
I know a cop that`s savage, his pockets stay green like cabbage 
Cause he has a good batting average 
No questions, just pulls out the flamer 
[blam] And his excuses get lamer 
Once a brother tried to take a leave 
But they shot him in his face sayin he was tryin to steal a base 
And people watch the news for coverage on the game 
Hmm, and got the nerve to complain 
They need to get themselves a front row seat 
Or sink a baseline for a beat 
Cause television just ain`t designed for precision y`all 
It`s just a friendly game of baseball 
 
Verse Three: 
 
A kid caught on, but I don`t know where the brother went 
The umpires are the government 
I guess they took him out the game, and replace him 
with a pinch-hitter, in the scam he was a quitter 
So the cops usually torment, I mean tournament 
Win em I was sayin 
You can`t let the umpires, hear ya speak and battle 
like the other kid you won`t be playin 
Cause they`ll beat you til your ass drop 
A walking gun with a shell in his hand is their mascot 
And when they walk around let it be known to step lightly 
The bases are loaded 
My man got out from three strikes 
In the skull but the knife he was carrying was dull 
Instead of innings, we have endings 
What a fine way to win things 
And hot-dog vendors have fun 
Sellin you the cat rat and dog on a bun 
And when you ask what is all of this called? 
It`s just a friendly game of baseball
 

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