Various Artists - Ball Game lyrics

[Da Brat talking] Shut cho' a** up girl, ha ha Ya know, I bought me some diamonds Show em' what cha' bought me Ya know, I'll show myself off, ya dig ha ha ha They hate me, ya know they gon' hate me, ha ha oh Lord [Hook x2] Take me out to the ballgame Spend no small change Now show me off to the people in the crowd man I like big thangs [Verse 1] This chick here gets thicker each year And I have no fear, what I spit in yo ear Mommie dearest keepin' it clean and clear My home base, stick it to ya face and to ya rear We veer to the left, why Cause that's how So So Def ride We run the streets from A-T-L to Chi We leaves no traces, we just glide Lay back and switch side to side We choke on hay all day in the middle of the barn It seems you want me to be the lady under ya arm Well I'll consider it, maybe Show me ya tongue baby And i'm sure that I could make it all gravy All bases gotta be loaded So I can slide on in, in a Bentley, Benz, or my Rover Take me out and be my Casanova Like Levert, and I might convert just to hold ya [Hook x2] [Verse 2] Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks I don't care if I never get back I'ma root, root, root for my home team Cause we always win and it's a shame That it's one, two, three strikes for you At the old ballgame Come on, bet against So So Def, forget it Your chances of winning Is lookin' itty bitty so stop grinnin' You just diggin' a deeper ditch You hidin' in the dugout from the feature chick I'll put cha' lights out, pitch fast or slow Collabo, So So, whatever I spit on Is goin' goin gone I'm Sammy Sosa on the vocals And white socks and afros are my accessories, worth a fortune Please believe if ya checkin' for me I got wants and needs that consist of big thangs baby [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Let me tell ya bout So So You should thank me, I'm no joke Like the Yankees I'm so funky, that it's stankie My wrist so chunky That people stare at it and be like naw, it can't be But it is and it shall be forever more J.D. made me wealthy, now I chase the dough You can't help me if ya paper low If you broke it's unhealthy, we can't grow I'ma be on my own these days If you don't like it you can go away Relocate, it's OK, hit the pavement I'm Chicago Cub'n it and Atlanta Brave'n it This is my covenant, you can not invade it And I cannot be faded So try to just eradicate it from ya brain Go get a job at the hot dog stand I need big thangs boo, you don't like that I don't give a f**, f** you [Hook x6] [Da Brat talking] Game right, hit cha' a home run Strike out a few times, it's all good You gon' learn something like that Ya know what I'm sayin' Hit all three of them bases And swing it on home baby So So Def styel, Brat-tat-tat Hardball, J to the D Ya dig