"BASES LOADED" lyrics
Durdi Doug & King Los Lyrics
We got the bases loaded (facts)
I'm in the field with my padres
They basically hating on it (that's wack)
I pray that you save when you slide home
You know they erase opponents (let's go)
You know the opps hit fire when my style dripping
I'm a giant to you midgets on the mound pitching
I run 1000 miles I be wild tripping
I will never short stop like Cal Ripken
Y'all boys lighten up light Sammy SOS
I ain't never have plans to choke you know the man goat
I keep it P like a pirate if I had a boat
I be way too wavy my fan base from 8 to 80
Wrist on Colorado rocky I walk through Atlanta bravely
Never had a chance to fade me
(C'mon) yea, rock them bells like I'm cool j
In Oakland strait A's like it's school days
In Toronto I hopped out wit blue jays
You know how the story go
Black and white drop too oriole
In Arizona my diamonds back
Dancing like it's choreo
We got the bases loaded
You like to talk, come get some
We got the bases loaded
We out the park! Wit this one
We got the bases loaded
We got they faces frozen
We got the bases loaded
We outta space we floating
Got the ball in my hand we call it pitching
3 strikes we call that missing
My palms is itching like Roger Clemens
Swing my wood I do the hardest hitting
Ya girl on balls the hardest burn all my targets
Throw flames Walter Johnson
Grand slam hit it out the park I'ma take my time I'm hardly walking
Back to base I'm at the plate home alone Macaulay Culkin
Hit 'em with the Baltimore Chop they call it acquit I call it flawless
Can't stop me don't stand in my way
Barry Bonds understand when it's great
Had to earn my name young Hammering Hank
Willie Mays way back n the days
All n they mouth Babe Ruth no nasty talk
Get ya mind out the Gutta let the athlete ball
I'm the very best call me Jackie Rob
I slide hard like Ty Cobb
I do my job without time card
Stop pause you can't ride off
I'm a pot hole to a Tire-rod
It's a blow out by far
They let Doug out from the dug out
At the base blind it's a home run
Don't waste time point ya glove south
The bench report only come from the ones
Who keep benches warm they love clout
Ia bomb a hater y'all commentators
Brian Kenny in the clubhouse
We got the bases loaded
You like to talk, come get some
We got the bases loaded
We out the park! Wit this one
We got the bases loaded
We got they faces frozen
We got the bases loaded
We outta space we floating
I'm in the field with my padres
They basically hating on it (that's wack)
I pray that you save when you slide home
You know they erase opponents (let's go)
You know the opps hit fire when my style dripping
I'm a giant to you midgets on the mound pitching
I run 1000 miles I be wild tripping
I will never short stop like Cal Ripken
Y'all boys lighten up light Sammy SOS
I ain't never have plans to choke you know the man goat
I keep it P like a pirate if I had a boat
I be way too wavy my fan base from 8 to 80
Wrist on Colorado rocky I walk through Atlanta bravely
Never had a chance to fade me
(C'mon) yea, rock them bells like I'm cool j
In Oakland strait A's like it's school days
In Toronto I hopped out wit blue jays
You know how the story go
Black and white drop too oriole
In Arizona my diamonds back
Dancing like it's choreo
We got the bases loaded
You like to talk, come get some
We got the bases loaded
We out the park! Wit this one
We got the bases loaded
We got they faces frozen
We got the bases loaded
We outta space we floating
Got the ball in my hand we call it pitching
3 strikes we call that missing
My palms is itching like Roger Clemens
Swing my wood I do the hardest hitting
Ya girl on balls the hardest burn all my targets
Throw flames Walter Johnson
Grand slam hit it out the park I'ma take my time I'm hardly walking
Back to base I'm at the plate home alone Macaulay Culkin
Hit 'em with the Baltimore Chop they call it acquit I call it flawless
Can't stop me don't stand in my way
Barry Bonds understand when it's great
Had to earn my name young Hammering Hank
Willie Mays way back n the days
All n they mouth Babe Ruth no nasty talk
Get ya mind out the Gutta let the athlete ball
I'm the very best call me Jackie Rob
I slide hard like Ty Cobb
I do my job without time card
Stop pause you can't ride off
I'm a pot hole to a Tire-rod
It's a blow out by far
They let Doug out from the dug out
At the base blind it's a home run
Don't waste time point ya glove south
The bench report only come from the ones
Who keep benches warm they love clout
Ia bomb a hater y'all commentators
Brian Kenny in the clubhouse
We got the bases loaded
You like to talk, come get some
We got the bases loaded
We out the park! Wit this one
We got the bases loaded
We got they faces frozen
We got the bases loaded
We outta space we floating
