Ball Game Lyrics - Da Brat

[Da Brat talking] 

Shut cho' ass 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 fuck, fuck 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