3 Strikes You In Ice Cube

[Verse 1]
One mo' strike and I'm through, nigga
Bottom of the ninth swingin, for my life
I'm up at the plate, going 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 coming wit dat off-speed junk
It's the Westside Hustlaz, vs these LA Pigs
You can say the damned vs the nigs
My little homies in the dugout
They looking 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 trying 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

[Hook]
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