Geto Baseball

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Running down the street, chasing a sucka In my hand, I got the Louisville slugger Caught up to the muthafucker and start to have fun Swinging on his ass, like I was trying to hit a home run (bam) He got his muthafucking face split Now you can chuck that up as a base hit And his homie came 3 deep and I said damn (So what you do?) I hit a muthafucking grand slam, till one foo pulled a .38 So now I'm running my ass off, trying to get to home plate Seen a umpire and ducked out of sight Cause that muthafucker will try to give me a third strike And send me back to the dugout And I'll be calling my mom collect, trying to get the fuck out But I'll be damned if I take the fall Caught up in the mix playing ghetto baseball [Verse 2] Now I'm Westbound on Pico I've seen some members of my team rolling in a Regal Cracked the top of that champagne, ahh We won another game Should've been down, told you that in my last rhyme Now ghetto baseball is my favorite pastime If you think I'm lying and you try to play me dumb Bring your stupid ass on down to the stadium But before you come, you better check the stats And it's on for them foos that want a rematch Going off like we're trying to win the pennant Bring that ass down and my foot will be up in it And then I'll ask who's next? Swinging like the Babe putting foos on the deck So when you come punk, you better come strapped Cause the muthafucking Mexican is up at bat [Hook:] They batter up Sho' getting rough out here They batter up Sho' getting rough out here [Verse 3] You putos don't know me that good If you don't know, that I can swing a bat good You would think I was a good friend of Casey I'm standing on the plate but them putos won't face me Cause they know I do damage, they know I'm a savage And they know my batting average, ain't nothing nice (bitch) You punk muthafuckers better stop and think twice Before you fuck with the West Side crook Especially when I took what I took Because I think I'm hallucinating, soldier Cause all I see is a baseball on top of your shoulders So I'm loc'ing up choking up, on the bat Swinging another punk lays flat It's like that for no reason You foos better try to come back next season And don't expect us to go on strike Cause we'll be some ghetto baseball playing muthafuckers, for life [Hook:] They batter up Sho getting rough out here They batter up Sho getting rough out here They batter up