E-Dubble - Opening Day lyrics
[E-Dubble - Opening Day lyrics]
By the time you hear this I'm gon'
Be drunk at the O's game
Fuck the Blue Jays they ain't got no game
I'm a Phills fan but I can rep both teams
Fuck Joe Carter
Man that asshole needs Rogaine
Still bitter 'bout '93 man
That damn grand slam made me Master P–ugh
I was just 10 naturally
Cried in my bed when the
Phillies lost the Cs–fuck
2010 and we'll bash your team
Win another World Series, man it has to be
J-Roll needs another matching ring
It's about to get rough grab the Vaseline
Cause we'll fuck your team up
Our bats are meaner our shirts get dirty
You cats look cleaned up
We 'bout our business
But y'all like to talk a lot
Looks like Howard knocked another
In the parking lot
Broken windshield, you stay in the infield
While I run columns taller
Than David Windfield
Been healed, no problem '08 got 'em
Tampa Bay Rays can't faze my squadron
Probably woulda beat 'em if we
Only had bobs in
'Specially when you throwin'
Like Hillary Rodham
Problem, from top to bottom
Even though Jamie Moyer's got 5
Years on my father
One nut Kruk'd ya, best of luck to ya'
Back up off the plate or
Halladay might touch ya'
Pinstripe punk ya', J werth clutch
Opposite of that little
Albert Haynesworth clutz peace to McNabb
I'm gonna' miss ya' big fella'
I feel like A reid treated
You like Old Yeller
Kinda did you wrong, I'm sorry for that
But Mr kolb stand up
It's time to murder some cats
'Bout to cop my swing box
Get my boys ring'd up
Tear the others teams up like
Tiger Woods' prenup - uh
Philly hit's hard, just call us P-funk
Got the other teams sayin': "Aw fuck
We suck"
Go hard, Black Paisley e-dubble mainly
This is what we do, this is how we get crazy
Fuck it that's the real shit, on the real tip
I don't even know
But I'm 'bout to go to work
Be drunk at the O's game
Fuck the Blue Jays they ain't got no game
I'm a Phills fan but I can rep both teams
Fuck Joe Carter
Man that asshole needs Rogaine
Still bitter 'bout '93 man
That damn grand slam made me Master P–ugh
I was just 10 naturally
Cried in my bed when the
Phillies lost the Cs–fuck
2010 and we'll bash your team
Win another World Series, man it has to be
J-Roll needs another matching ring
It's about to get rough grab the Vaseline
Cause we'll fuck your team up
Our bats are meaner our shirts get dirty
You cats look cleaned up
We 'bout our business
But y'all like to talk a lot
Looks like Howard knocked another
In the parking lot
Broken windshield, you stay in the infield
While I run columns taller
Than David Windfield
Been healed, no problem '08 got 'em
Tampa Bay Rays can't faze my squadron
Probably woulda beat 'em if we
Only had bobs in
'Specially when you throwin'
Like Hillary Rodham
Problem, from top to bottom
Even though Jamie Moyer's got 5
Years on my father
One nut Kruk'd ya, best of luck to ya'
Back up off the plate or
Halladay might touch ya'
Pinstripe punk ya', J werth clutch
Opposite of that little
Albert Haynesworth clutz peace to McNabb
I'm gonna' miss ya' big fella'
I feel like A reid treated
You like Old Yeller
Kinda did you wrong, I'm sorry for that
But Mr kolb stand up
It's time to murder some cats
'Bout to cop my swing box
Get my boys ring'd up
Tear the others teams up like
Tiger Woods' prenup - uh
Philly hit's hard, just call us P-funk
Got the other teams sayin': "Aw fuck
We suck"
Go hard, Black Paisley e-dubble mainly
This is what we do, this is how we get crazy
Fuck it that's the real shit, on the real tip
I don't even know
But I'm 'bout to go to work