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  • Текст песни Ice Cube - 3 Strikes You In

    Исполнитель: Ice Cube
    Название песни: 3 Strikes You In
    Дата добавления: 17.05.2016 | 21:16:20
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    One mo' strike and I'm through, nigga
    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 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 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 its one-two-three strikes you in

    [Chorus:]

    One-two three strikes you in
    Now how the fuck a nigga 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
    Here come the pitch
    I swing, aw shit (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 can run over, the LA Pig catcher
    Just because I'm black, wit a bat
    They wanna send a nigga back to the warning track
    fulla count they say I won't amount to shit
    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 you coming with a curve
    Ay batter, batter is the chitter-chatter
    I'm the designated hitter, a nigga
    much badder, than Babe Ruth
    Will I tell the truth and nothing but the truth
    Hell yea, I'd rather be shootin' hoops
    Cuz a niggas 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 nigga on trial
    Keep ya peanuts Jeezuh
    And fuck you Cracker Jack
    I hope I never come 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 nigga to run and get hung
    high strung, so this pig can win the Cy-Young
    I'ma hit this mothafucka 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 mothafuckin vet
    And fuck yo seventh-inning stretch, so
    Take me out to the ballgame,
    and see my neighborhood name
    In 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 ballgame
    Take me out to the crowd (wha what, wha what)
    Another nigga on trial
    Keep ya peanuts Jeezuh
    And fuck you Cracker Jack
    I hope I never come 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
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