3 Strikes You In

One mo' strike and I'm through, ****

It's the bottom of the ninth, swingin' for my life

I'm up at the plate, goin' for the gate

They got my moms seated in Section Eight

Been on deck since my last felony

I'm that 0-for-2, mothafucka

With the Louisville Slugger

Shay Whitie, that left-hand punk

Is on the mound and he comin' with that off-speed junk

It's the Westside Hustlaz vs. these L.A. pigs

You could say the damned vs. the nigs

My little homies in the dugout

They lookin' sad, 'cause fourteen **** done struck out

My first offense was possession of weed

Now I'm in the major leagues and

That mothafucka Bill Clinton is a son of a bitch

Had the nerve to throw out the first pitch

I'm just tryin' to get rich like Trump

The home run king is now in a slump, pass me a hunk

How the fuck can I stay out the pen

When it's one-two-three strikes, you in?

One-two-three strikes, you in

Now how the fuck a **** supposed

To stay out the pen? I'm on a blend

Of gin and Hen, every day of my life

With two strikes, it ain't right

He's in the wind-up

Here come the pitch

I swing—aw shit! (Foul tip)

They felt the chill, 'cause if I get on first

You know the deal, a ****'s gots to steal

Like to steal home, and I betcha

That I can run over the L.A. pig catcher

Just because I'm black with a bat

They wanna send a **** back to the warning track

Full count, they say I won't amount to shit

But fool, I can hit like Kenny Grit

With a split in my mouth on the cellular phone

(It's going, going, gone!)

And watch a pitcher get served

You from the L.A. pigs, I know you comin' with a curve

"Ey batter, batter" is the chitter-chatter

I'm the designated hitter, a ****

Much badder than Babe Ruth

Will I tell the truth and nothin' but the truth?

Hell yeah, I'd rather be shootin' hoops

'Cause a ****'s guaranteed to win

Against a bullshit loss, and three strikes, you in

Take me out to the ballgame

Take me out to the crowd (wha-what, wha-what)

Another **** on trial

Keep your peanuts, Jeezuh

And fuck you, Cracker Jack

I hope I never come back

I gots to root for my homeboys

If they don't win, it's a shame

'Cause it's one-two-three strikes, you in

Twenty-five years of pain, you know my name

They want a **** to run and get hung

High-strung, so this pig can win the Cy Young

I'ma hit this mothafucka a mile

In the batter's box, high as Steve Hal

You can't salary cap my gat

No strike, 'cause gangsta rap is on the map

I'm like Satchel Paige with a gauge

Or Jackie Robinson, when I'm robbin' one

Of you Cracker Jacks, fool, I'm a mothafuckin' vet

And fuck your seventh-inning stretch, so

Take me out to the ballgame

And see my neighborhood name

In your Ghetto Hall of Fame

One-two-three strikes, you in

Now how the fuck a **** supposed

To stay out the pen? I'm on a blend

Of gin and Hen, every day of my life

With two strikes, it ain't right

One-two-three strikes, you in

Now how the fuck a **** supposed

To stay out the pen? I'm on a blend

Of gin and Hen, every day of my life

With two strikes, it ain't right

Yeah (it ain't right)

Playin' people like a game (it ain't right)

Human beings, puttin' 'em in a jar (it ain't right)

For double life, triple life (it ain't right)

Take me out to the ballgame

Take me out to the crowd (wha-what, wha-what)

Another **** on trial

Keep your peanuts, Jeezuh

And fuck you, Cracker Jack

I hope I never come back

I gots to root for my homeboys

If they don't win, it's a shame

'Cause it's one-two-three strikes, you in

Twenty-five years of pain, you know my name

(Wha-what, wha-what)

You know my name (Wha-what, wha-what)

You know my name (Wha-what, wha-what)

You know my name (Wha-what, wha-what)

You know my name

If I die tonight, you know who did it (you know)

If I ride tonight, you know who did it (you know)

If they check 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 (yeah)

If they pull my rank, you know who did it (get 'em)

If they sock me up, you know who did it (yeah)

If they lock me up, you know who did it (get 'em)

If they smear my name, you know who did it (it was 'em)

If they kill my game, you know who did it

Remember me (you know who did it)

Wha-what, wha-what (you know who did it)