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Elly De La Cruz Video (MV)




Performed By: Johny Locus
Language: English
Length: 3:27
Written by: John Locust




Johny Locus - Elly De La Cruz Lyrics
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All red on my fitted cap
Pitcher nervous when I'm up to bat
Home plate is what I'm looking at
Under 90 yeah I'm hitting that
It's a cycle going base to base
Whole team finna celebrate
Other side see us making moves
But they ain't do it fast
Elly de La Cruz
Elly
De La
Cruz (Cruz)
Elly
De La
Cruz (Cruz)
Elly
De La
Cruz (Cruz)
Elly
De La
Cruz (Cruz)
Foot on the diamond I got my eyes on the home plate
Red in my pupils my focus zoomed on the home plate
Claiming my victim the pitcher making a long face
Swing batter batter what I want is your home plate
Ah man It's a cycle boy I'm not playing it safe
Eating everything you thrown leaving nothing on the plate
I was kicking off the dust these are not minimum wage
See my home is DR, Cincinnati's where I stay
All red on my body no I can't wash it away
I can throw a 100 miles all positions I can play
Celebrate with my homies, we may never see tomorrow
Praise God, we alive, full throttle
Dinner at Don Pablo's came a long way from McDonald's
Playing baseball as a young boy with homies Hey Arnold
Now they yelling MVP
Got electrifying speed
I'ma do it for the team
Living everybody dream
All red on my fitted cap
Pitcher nervous when I'm up to bat
Home plate is what I'm looking at
Under 90 yeah I'm hitting that
It's a cycle going base to base
Whole team finna celebrate
Other side see us making moves
But they ain't do it fast
Elly de La Cruz
Rally the troopers we wearing Red like we homies
Crowd getting foolish they bleeding Red this a probate
Team full of hitters they told the judge we a cold case
Big Red Machine we was built to win trophies
Ah man this a cycle boy we heating up the pan
You can trade your home team to be a Cincinnati fan
I was cooking up a omelette when the heat gave me a tan
It takes really tough skin to be a Cincinnati fan
Hall of Fame dream, got a Hall of Fame Team
We got Joe, Pete and Tony, this what Hall of Fame mean
World Series Players we bring Hall of Fame rings
This America's team got American Dreams
Very first team in the history, playa
Told em Ain't Nobody better than our history playa
We gone Fight the good fight for our victory, playa
We been Looking for our rivals it's a mystery, playa
Elly
De La
Cruz (Cruz)
Elly
De La
Cruz (Cruz)
Elly
De La
Cruz (Cruz)
Elly
De La
Cruz (Cruz)
Elly
De La
Cruz (Cruz)
Elly
De La
Cruz (Cruz)
Elly
De La
Cruz (Cruz)
Elly
De La
Cruz (Cruz)
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All red on my fitted cap
Pitcher nervous when I'm up to bat
Home plate is what I'm looking at
Under 90 yeah I'm hitting that
It's a cycle going base to base
Whole team finna celebrate
Other side see us making moves
But they ain't do it fast
Elly de La Cruz
Elly
De La
Cruz (Cruz)
Elly
De La
Cruz (Cruz)
Elly
De La
Cruz (Cruz)
Elly
De La
Cruz (Cruz)
Foot on the diamond I got my eyes on the home plate
Red in my pupils my focus zoomed on the home plate
Claiming my victim the pitcher making a long face
Swing batter batter what I want is your home plate
Ah man It's a cycle boy I'm not playing it safe
Eating everything you thrown leaving nothing on the plate
I was kicking off the dust these are not minimum wage
See my home is DR, Cincinnati's where I stay
All red on my body no I can't wash it away
I can throw a 100 miles all positions I can play
Celebrate with my homies, we may never see tomorrow
Praise God, we alive, full throttle
Dinner at Don Pablo's came a long way from McDonald's
Playing baseball as a young boy with homies Hey Arnold
Now they yelling MVP
Got electrifying speed
I'ma do it for the team
Living everybody dream
All red on my fitted cap
Pitcher nervous when I'm up to bat
Home plate is what I'm looking at
Under 90 yeah I'm hitting that
It's a cycle going base to base
Whole team finna celebrate
Other side see us making moves
But they ain't do it fast
Elly de La Cruz
Rally the troopers we wearing Red like we homies
Crowd getting foolish they bleeding Red this a probate
Team full of hitters they told the judge we a cold case
Big Red Machine we was built to win trophies
Ah man this a cycle boy we heating up the pan
You can trade your home team to be a Cincinnati fan
I was cooking up a omelette when the heat gave me a tan
It takes really tough skin to be a Cincinnati fan
Hall of Fame dream, got a Hall of Fame Team
We got Joe, Pete and Tony, this what Hall of Fame mean
World Series Players we bring Hall of Fame rings
This America's team got American Dreams
Very first team in the history, playa
Told em Ain't Nobody better than our history playa
We gone Fight the good fight for our victory, playa
We been Looking for our rivals it's a mystery, playa
Elly
De La
Cruz (Cruz)
Elly
De La
Cruz (Cruz)
Elly
De La
Cruz (Cruz)
Elly
De La
Cruz (Cruz)
Elly
De La
Cruz (Cruz)
Elly
De La
Cruz (Cruz)
Elly
De La
Cruz (Cruz)
Elly
De La
Cruz (Cruz)
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Writer: John Locust
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