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One mo' strike and I'm through, niggaBottom of the ninth swingin, for my lifeI'm up at the plate, goin for the gateThey got my moms seated in section eightBeen on deck since my last felonyI'm that 0 for 2 mothafuckaWith the Louisville SluggerShay Whitie, that left hand punkis on the mound and he comin wit dat off-speed junkIts the Westside Hustlaz, vs these LA PigsYou can say the damned vs the nigsMy little homies in the dugoutThey lookin' sad, cuz fourteen niggas done struck-outMy first offense was possession of weedNow I'm in the major leagues andthat mothafucka Bill Clinton-is a son of a bitchhad the nerve to throw out the first pitchI'm just tryin' to get rich like TrumpThe Home Run king is now in a slump, pass me a hunkHow the fuck can I stay out the penWhen its one-two-three strikes you in
Chorus:
One-two three strikes you inNow how the fuck a nigga supposedto stay out the pen, I'm on a blendof Gin and Hen, everyday of my lifeWith two strikes it ain't right

He's in the wind-upHere come the pitchI swing, aw shit (foul tip)They felt the chill cuz if I get on firstYou know the deal - a niggas gots to stealLike to steal home and I betchaThat I can run over, the LA Pig catcherJust because I'm black, wit a batThey wanna send a nigga back to the warning trackfulla count they say I won't amount to shitBut fool I can hit like Kenny GritWith a split in my mouth on tha cellular phone(It's going, going, gone!)And watch a pitcher get servedYou from tha LA PigsI know you coming with a curveAy batter, batter is the chitter-chatterI'm the designated hitter, a niggamuch badder, than Babe RuthWill I tell the truth and nothing but the truthHell yea, I'd rather be shootin' hoopsCuz a niggas guaranteed to winAgainst a bullshit loss and three strikes you in
Take me out to the ballgameTake me out to the crowd (wha what, wha what)Another nigga on trialKeep ya peanuts JeezuhAnd fuck you Cracker JackI hope I never come back
I gots to root for my homeboysIf they dont win its a shameCuz its one-two-three strikes you intwenty-five years of pain you know my name
They wanna nigga to run and get hunghigh strung, so this pig can win the Cy-YoungI'ma hit this mothafucka a mileIn the batters box, high as Steve HalYou can't salary cap my gatNo strike, cuz gangsta-rap is on the mapI'm like Satchel Paige wit a gaugeOr Jackie Robinson, when I'm robbin' oneof you Cracker Jacks fool I'm a mothafuckin vetAnd fuck yo seventh-inning stretch, soTake me out to the ballgame,and see my neighborhood nameIn your Ghetto Hall of Fame
Chorus x 3
Yea (It ain't right)Playin' people like a game (It aint right)Human beings, puttin' em in a jar (It aint right)for double life, triple life (It aint right)
Take me out to the ballgameTake me out to the crowd (wha what, wha what)Another nigga on trialKeep ya peanuts JeezuhAnd fuck you Cracker JackI hope I never come back
I gots to root for my homeboysIf they dont win its a shameCuz its one-two-three strikes you intwenty-five years of pain you know my name
You know my name (wha what, wha what) x 4
If I die tonight, you know who did it (you know)If I ride tonight, you know who did it (you know)If they sheck me up, you know who did it (don't guess)If they check my nuts, you know who did it (get 'em)If they break my bank, you know who did it (yea)If they pull my rank, you know who did it (get 'em)If they sock me up, you know who did it (yea)If they lock me up, you know who did it (get 'em)If they smear my name, you know who did itIf they kill my game, you know who did itRemember me (you know who did it)Wha what, wha what (you know who did it)