First-class cricket is a class of cricket that consists of matches of three or more days' scheduled duration, that are between two sides of eleven players and are officially adjudged first-class by virtue of the standard of the competing teams. Matches must allow for the teams to play two innings each, although, in practice, a team might only play one innings or none at all.
Test cricket, although the highest standard of cricket, is itself a form of first-class cricket, although the term "first-class" is commonly used to refer to domestic competition only. A player's first-class statistics include his performances in Test matches.
Generally, first-class matches are eleven players a side but there have been exceptions. Equally, although first-class matches must now be scheduled to have at least three days' duration, there have historically been exceptions.
Due to the time demands of first-class competition, the players are mostly paid professionals, though historically many players were designated amateur. First-class teams are usually representative of a geopolitical region such as an English county, an Australian state or a West Indian nation.
The term First class (or 1st class, Firstclass) generally implies a high level of service, importance or quality. Specific uses of the term include:
Hanif Mohammad (Urdu: حنیف محمد) (born 21 December 1934 in Junagadh) is a former Pakistan cricketer. He played for the Pakistani cricket team in 55 Test matches between 1952/53 and 1969/70 and averaged 43.98, with twelve hundreds.
The highest of Hanif's Test centuries was a famous 337 made against West Indies in a six-day test at Bridgetown in 1957/58. After Pakistan found itself following on from a first-innings deficit of 473 runs on the afternoon of the third day, Hanif spent more than sixteen hours at the crease compiling his runs, allowing Pakistan to draw the game. It remains the longest innings in Test history (and stood as the longest in all first-class cricket for over 40 years). It is the only Test match instance of a triple century in a team's second innings. Displays such as this earned him the nickname "Little Master".
In 1958/59, he surpassed Don Bradman's record for the highest individual first-class innings. Hanif made 499 before being run out attempting his five hundredth run; this mark stood for more than 35 years before being eclipsed by Brian Lara in 1994. In all he made 55 first-class centuries and finished with a strong first-class career average of 52.32. He could bowl with either arm, and kept wicket on a number of occasions.
Shane Keith Warne (born 13 September 1969) is a former Australian international cricketer widely regarded as one of the greatest bowlers in the history of the game. In 2000, he was selected by a panel of cricket experts as one of the five Wisden Cricketers of the Century, the only specialist bowler selected in the quintet and the only one still playing at the time. He is also a cricket commentator and a professional poker player.
Warne played his first Test match in 1992, and his 708 wickets was the record for the most wickets taken by any bowler in Test cricket, until it was broken by Sri Lanka's Muttiah Muralitharan on 3 December 2007. He took over 1000 international wickets (in Tests and One-Day Internationals)—he was the second bowler to reach this milestone after Muttiah Muralitharan. A useful lower-order batsman, Warne also scored over 3000 Test runs, and he holds the record for most Test runs without a century. His career was plagued by scandals off the field; these included a ban from cricket for testing positive for a prohibited substance, charges of bringing the game into disrepute by accepting money from bookmakers, and sexual indiscretions.
Hamish John Hamilton Marshall (born 15 February 1979, Auckland) is a New Zealand cricketer. He is the identical twin brother of James Marshall. Hamish and James became the second pair of twins (after Mark and Steve Waugh) to play Test cricket, and are the first identical pair.
Marshall, a middle-order batsman, made his Test debut against South Africa in December 2000. Batting at No. 7, he made an unbeaten 40.
He waited another three years until he was called up for the one-day series in Pakistan in 2003-04. In his third game, he scored 101 not out at Faisalabad. In the corresponding home series he scored 64 and 84 to help New Zealand win the series. He helped New Zealand to win the 2003-04 home one-day series against South Africa, and was called up for the 2004 NatWest Series in England. He scored 75 not out and 55 in the group matches, before contributing 44 as New Zealand won the final against West Indies.
He scored his first Test century in March 2005 against Australia with an innings of 146. He then scored 160 against Sri Lanka in April.
It's time to smoke
Blaze all day, every day
Each way, the right way
My way, greenhay, we high
Been there done that
Big blunts, fat sacks
Hit it fast, make it last
First class, we blaze
Shit's all finger licking good when you rollin' through the hood
Twistin Lincoln logs are hard so we burning up the wood
Cuz I be smokin, drunk, drinking weed and pairing skunk
I like to smoke a bitch and been known to slap a blunt
Make the crowd jump, people say them kids got styles
Renting jewels for your videos you frontin' with that smile
Acting wild but you ain't even skirt in the pit
Talking shit, ain't worth a lick
You wanna bark, then you'll get bit, woof
Blow the roof off like an atom bomb
D-Loc to Johnny Richter's like ping to pong
Ain't nothing wrong, don't fix shit if it ain't broke
We ain't no jokes, you know the kings by the size of our tokes,
Motherfuckers
Blaze all day, every day
Each way, the right way
My way, greenhay, we high
Been there done that
Big blunts, fat sacks
Hit it fast, make it last
First class, we blaze
My voice is swayin, people always ask me what I'm sayin'
Playin' (shottie?) for the women, so I'm smooth operating
Just (plain gamin?), while you smokin on the hay
And for the peeps who are working (??) start your savin'
I keep it clean shaven, around 4 corners
We warned ya, no dank is strong enough to hold us
Like soldiers we fold ya, keep our composure
Roll you in a joint, light you up and smoke ya
Only take so much shwag, made me (??) and gag,
It's time to smoke some (??) so i reached in my bag
Fix my sag as i pulled out my orange zig zags
You know the Kottonmouth Kings, the worlds' greatest tag
Team, we gleam, i spit poisonous juice
Abuse microphones, let my flow run loose
Calling out all troops, puttin' weight up on the table
Bring a scale, round by round, check the soundscan
Damn D-Loc we the cream of the crop,
DJ Bobby B, Daddy X, and Pak, who locks to beats
Sportin' high top docs, slangin' pounds of pot
Take from us, better not
Blaze all day, every day
Each way, the right way
My way, greenhay, we high
Been there done that
Big blunts, fat sacks
Hit it fast, make it last
First class, we blaze
I got a knack for bud smoke chronic (??)
D-Loc's no joke, toke for toke, he'll float your boat
(??) down my throat, took off my coat
Was it wet? It was soaked
Out smoke you? Not really, nope
Sat back and had a coke, relaxed and had a smoke
A little bit of change, some dank, I was broke
No dollar stretched out, felt like a stroke
Brain transformed, like I was on the dose
Provoke, no coke, I never done roak
You gotta ring around your nose, take a hit off my roach
Tryin' to ball like the most, burnt like a piece of toast
On the coast to coast, deep in the post
Got my eyes on my crops, watchin' over my gross
Just daze you a little, damn he's kinda dope
(I see that I might have underestimated him
You have obviously underestimated my power)
Blaze all day, every day
Each way, the right way
My way, greenhay, we high
Been there done that
Big blunts, fat sacks
Hit it fast, make it last
[Hook:]
Fell asleep in first class
Hoes callin' my phone but fuck it
I get to 'em when I land
And I ain't tryna land cause time is money
So while you worry bout the hoes, I kill shows
And bag more clothes
It's Polo: check
The sellout clothes they wear
Still fit the new line
Blood's thicker than water
So they say
It isn't what you know
But who you are
Where you've been
And what you've got
A first class ticket to the other side
That's what they all want
That's what they're all after
A first class ticket to the other side
That's what they all want
That's what they're all after
The school for boys taught
When to ride the waves
There's so much distance in between
The league of gentlemen
Still practice what they preach
And find contentment with their peers
No way you'll find them
On the wrong side of the street
[Hook]Fell asleep in first class
Hoes callin' my phone but f-ck it
I get to 'em when I land
And I aint tryna land cause time is money
So while you worry bout the hoes, I kill shows
and bag more clothes
It's Polo: check
These Jordan 4′s: check
These women know, What I'm on
(what I'm on)
[Wale]Look, doing life from the 36th floor
Tryna renovate the game, I aint happy with the score
Hol' up
Insubordinate for good reason
As I coordinate the perfect feature
Uhh, a working genius, a work of art
Thats how I see it
Cause I can bring you to your dreams like Salvia
Holiday season, Obama's good neighbour
I aint talkin to neither but got comma's in my statement
My bitches f-ck me good
In the morning make me bacon
And even when I make 'em, mad still make em naked
And I don't take no dames out
I just spit my game out
She don't give her nigga head cause I f-ck all her brains out
Hey, thats cold blooded
Hey, these hoes love it
Roll up was $4, Doja was four hundred
Dolce Gabbana stuntin'
A young nigga love it
Why ya'll be gettin' mad
We only gettin' money
[Hook]
[Big Sean - Verse 2]Okay today I was the freshest in my area
Freshest in the neighbourhood
Freshest in America
F-ckin bitches chasing paper
I feel like I'm alterior
Boi, I'm historical
I cause the hysteria
Ok, whats a better accessory?
My all gold Rolly or the bitch thats standing next to me
Or the one in front of me
Or the chick leaving
Lightin' reef up like it's the holiday season
Woah there, woah there, these niggas can't f-ck with me
They too little
I'm animal you can't talk to me
Unless you are Dr Dolittle
Welcome, we-welcome to the GOOD life
Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night
But they say we aint BIG
Turn us to a Suge Knight
Lets swim in alcohol and hop up on that red-eye kush flight
And when I'm old, I'll probably die getting some head
I'm just multiplying my money and dividing the legs
B-I, boi, boi,
[Hook]
[B.o.B - Verse 3]From my shell toes to my brim brim
I'm an old soul with my pimp limp
I roll up and I sip sip
Whole team full of OG's packing fo-fo's on the hip hip
But we stay cool, we don't miss miss
Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss
When they feel safe on some bitch shit
I'm first class on my trip trip
With two chicks, sadistic
We touch down in Moscow and take flicks like click click
She so hysterical, she say my life aint regular cause
I be doing rich shit, you know, baller shit, etc
Just 'Cos We Stay In Five Star Hotels,
Do You Think That We Broke In As Well
It Goes To Show That You Can't
Tell Who Deserves The Dough
You Look Like A Shrivelled Old Tart,
You Look Like A Beer Bellied Fart
If You Want A Quiet Flight Don't Start,
There's Eight Hours To Go, Whenever We Fly
We Get Some Nutters Like You,
So If We Make You Narky, We're Glad That We Do
Chorus
First Class - Our Clothes Are All Wrong,
First Class - You Don't Like Our Song,
First Class - We're Always To Blame,
First Class - We've Hijacked The Plane..
Just Because You're Wearing A Suit,
You Think That You Can Give Us The Boot
You Hate Us 'Cos We're Rolling In Loot,
We Might Have More Than You
You're A Bloated Old Action Man,
You're A Gone To Seed Desperate Dan
Better Chase The Skirt While You Can,
If Your Wife Won't Do
Your Blood Pressure's Up,
And Your Face Has Gone Red
Why Don't You Find An Army,
To Fight Instead!
Chorus x1
Whenever We Fly,
We Get Some Nutters Like You,
So If We Make You Narky,
We're Glad That We Do
First Class - We Order A Drink
First Class - Then You Kick Up A Stink
First Class - We're Always To Blame
[Featuring: Kano and Lethal Brizzle]
(Hook)
I'm used to economy at first classes
Top services, champagne glasses
Top services, champagne glasses
I'm used to economy at first classes
Top services, champagne glasses
Top services, champagne glasses
(Verse 1)
Man I'm used to economy
F done that the economy
Please don't bother me
Man's got no left room and swag food and
Leave it cheap tryin' to holla me
Man wait this shit's criminology
Art for a dream, nobody acknowledge me
Man go toilet, 20 man ahead of me
This is a myth I deserve an apology
Leave it
Nowadays man can't be asked
Any time when I travel,
Man I travel first class
22 champagne fill up the glass
Pop went in Africa
But what the rush
Overwhelmed in service
I put my stay their check phones
An people look at me like I don't deserve this
Hood class, see the first class and the upper class
And the nigga class feed the nervous
When you see me turn left on the pan door
Better know that I'm training for a purpose
Economy got me feeling worthless
Even know that I know that I'm in
But what's the point of making money
If you never gonna spend
(Hook)
I'm used to economy at first classes
Top services, champagne glasses
Top services, champagne glasses
I'm used to economy at first classes
Top services, champagne glasses
Top services, champagne glasses
(Verse 2)
I used to economy at first classes
Top services, champagne glasses
I have space to move, WiFi
Surfing on air, mind style
I came back in the game with a bang
I crave me a mind tones 'cause I can
Kind of service kings and queens get
The kind of service they ain't seen yet
Oh don't play with the evil in the game
First class of economy ain't the same
No so different, bad on distance
Emeralds black drive me insane
Got WiFi, white CD
Ain't nobody stoppin these icy freeze
And I can't wait to show my new teeth
On a share what I see dreams
Be a cool new hot be a hot flannel
I'm not tryin to be a judge on the panel
But this one's winning it
Yo I got so much sleep
5 hours a night I wasn't living it
After that flat I learned this
I just got the best service
Even though it my seem pricey
Me gone to first class again is like I click
It's why I'm 70 chillin
I'm staring at the finest swimming
No griming this way I'm awake and killing
No flyin I'm gonna try I'm gonna an ending
Keep thrilling, these grimes gonna know my name
Still living
Knowing that I'm cool
Still giving
I tell my whole team please don't run
‘Cause we ain't in a hurry
Plus we're still winning
(Hook)
I'm used to economy at first classes
Top services, champagne glasses
Top services, champagne glasses
I'm used to economy at first classes
Top services, champagne glasses
Top services, champagne glasses
(Verse 3)
In between it's done no will
Coolest bow when I close mobile
Speaker to my left, chopper to my right
Blow fire sick like a kung fu film
Black kid oh ye I give a cock pit
She says no, then I give her the drum lift
I'm a freak quit dying a nigga
Type ok both give her the chopsticks
Look at the bar don't give a nigga hot trick
We just want some alcohol
See my nigga Steve and Ground
I want my movie Al Capone
Can't say a nigga ride the hood
Can't say the hood ride the nigga
‘Cause as soon as I would nigga run
Think I'm gonna get the keys to the beamer
Castrate buddy bad shape
Money straight so I'm a fast paid
Every black like she likes a man
Like a senile airplane
W I F E Y, make your one indigo
Now I gotta send letters go first class
And I don't need envelope
(Hook)
I'm used to economy at first classes
Top services, champagne glasses
Top services, champagne glasses
I'm used to economy at first classes
Top services, champagne glasses
Verse
I've got a first class ticket
To that jubilee
It's been bought and paid for
I'll be travelin' free
When I hear that trumpet
In the by and by
I'll be movin' homeward
Brother I'm gonna fly
Chorus
First Class (I'll be flyin')
First Class (I'm not buyin')
The ticket is mine, He gave it to me
It was bought by the blood of calvary
First Class (I'll be Flyin')
First Class (I'm not buyin')
The ticket is mine, He gave it to me
It was bought by the blood of Calvary
Verse
I've got a first class ticket
To that gloryland
I'm gonna rise up shoutin'
To join that angel band
I'll be bound for heaven
Just might be today
I'm ready for that moment
When we were children we played in your backyard
and we pretended whenever times were hard
First we build a house up in a tree
and dreamed of how our life would be
Class but now the tree has died
so god save you
Jenny Jenny dreams are ten a penny
Dreams leave them in the lost and found
Jenny Jenny dreams are ten a penny
Are get your feet back on the ground oh oh oh oh
Ten
You dreamed of heroes riding across the sea
in shining armor but all you had was me
Penny while all the time you never knew
all I could do is dream of you
Songtexte still I do today
so got save you
Jenny Jenny dreams are ten a penny
Songtext leaven them in the lost and found
Jenny Jenny dreams are ten a penny
Lyrics get your feet back on the ground oh oh oh oh
Lyric
Jenny Jenny dreams are ten a penny
leave them in the lost and found
get your feet back on the ground oh oh oh oh
Liedertext oh oh oh oh - oh oh oh oh - oh oh oh oh - oh oh oh oh