One mo' strike and I'm through, [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
With the Louisville Slugger
Shay Whitie, that left hand punk
is on the mound and [bad word] wit dat off-speed junk
Its the Westside Hustlaz, vs these LA Pigs
You can say the damned vs the nigs
My little homies in the dugout
They lookin' sad, cuz fourteen niggas done [bad word] out
My first offense was possession of weed
Now I'm in the major leagues and
that [bad word] Bill Clinton-is a son of a [bad word] 
had the nerve to throw out the first pitch 
I'm just tryin' to get rich like [bad word] 
The [bad word] king is now in a slump, pass me a hunk
How the [bad word] can I stay out the pen
When its one-two-three strikes you in

 [bad word] ]

One-two three strikes you in
Now how the [bad word] a [bad word] supposed 
to stay out the pen, I'm on a blend
of Gin and Hen, everyday of my life
With two strikes it ain't right

He's in the wind-up
 [bad word] the pitch
I swing, aw [bad word] (foul tip)
They felt the chill cuz if I get on first
You know the deal - a niggas gots to steal
Like to steal home and I betcha
That I [bad word] over, the LA Pig catcher
Just because I'm black, wit a bat
They wanna send a [bad word] back to the warning track
fulla count they say I won't amount to [bad word] 
But fool I can hit like Kenny Grit
With a split in my mouth on tha cellular phone
(It's going, going, gone!)
And watch a pitcher get served
You from tha LA Pigs 
I know [bad word] with a curve
Ay batter, batter is the chitter-chatter
I'm the designated hitter, a [bad word] 
much badder, than [bad word] 
Will I tell the [bad word] and nothing but the [bad word]  [bad word] yea, I'd rather be shootin' hoops
Cuz a niggas guaranteed to win 
Against a [bad word] loss and three strikes you in

Take me out to the ballgame 
Take me out to the crowd (wha what, wha what)
Another [bad word] on trial
Keep ya peanuts Jeezuh
And [bad word] you Cracker Jack
I hope I [bad word] back

I gots to root for my homeboys
If they dont win its a shame
Cuz its one-two-three strikes you in
twenty-five years of pain you know my name

They wanna [bad word] [bad word] and get hung
high [bad word]  so this pig can win the Cy-Young
I'ma hit this [bad word] a mile
In the batters box, high as Steve Hal
You can't salary cap my gat
No strike, cuz gangsta-rap is on the map
I'm like Satchel Paige wit a gauge
Or Jackie Robinson, when I'm robbin' one 
of you Cracker Jacks fool I'm a [bad word] vet
And [bad word] yo seventh-inning stretch, so
Take me out to the ballgame,
and see my neighborhood name
In your Ghetto Hall of Fame

 [bad word] 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 ballgame 
Take me out to the crowd (wha what, wha what)
Another [bad word] on trial
Keep ya peanuts Jeezuh
And [bad word] you Cracker Jack 
I hope I [bad word] back

I gots to root for my homeboys
If they dont win its a shame
Cuz its one-two-three strikes you in
twenty-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 it 
If they kill my game, you know who did it