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once
Strike! But twice!

Get out your money, peel a slab
Roll some notes an' hail a cab
Drive in church drive in back
Drive down Seventh in a tank
once...
Strike! But twice!

Get out your money - peel a slab
Roll some notes an' hail a cab
Drive in church drive in back
Drive down Seventh in a tank
again
You won't find me 'til the clock strikes three
I'm gonna be there 'til then
I gotta go back, back, back to school again
Whoa, whoa, I gotta go, back
papa and my mama and me
The clock strikes three papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cookin' papa somethin' to eat
At half past papa he's ready to go
peeps uptown, clap your hands

It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind
Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind
Three strikes
to school again
You won't find me 'til the clock strikes three

I'm gonna be there 'til then
I gotta go back, back, back to school again
Whoa, whoa, I gotta
Upside down or inside out,
This is it, it's what it's all about
Strike one, strike two, strike three you're out
It's seconds, minutes, hours, daze inside
and my Mama and me 

The clock strikes three Papa jumps to his feet 
Already Mama's cooking Papa something to eat 
At half past Papa he's a-ready to go
long ago that fase was mine
Houses get smaller we take different names
But some things in life stay the same

"Dance me! Dance me around till my feet
in the Little League
It was there without a doubt
That he came to love the concept of
Three Strikes and You're Out 

They sent John Q
by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball

When I step to the plate
your feet
You feel the thunder of the train
And suddenly it strikes you
That they’re moving into range
Doctor Strange is always changing size
a home for my mama and my papa and me
The clock strikes three papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cookin' papa somethin' to eat
At half past papa he's
papa and my mama and me
The clock strikes three papa jumps to his feet

Already mama's cookin' papa somethin' to eat
At half past papa he's ready
rather be takin' a strike, me get my ass struck
Niggas load back and put one in your fuckin' gut
Motherfuck Ken Gillson and that three strike shit
I'm
from the street
And rest in peace to the others that's six feet deep
Welcome to the fool and he strikes when he's back
And the snake come around, go
She had 13 kids, each one had 13 problems
Three uppers, ten downers, just to put up with this
And she don't know which children belong to which
elders

Her boys grab your hands
Her boys lift your feet

Lord, my whole building is out in the street

I can't take it anymore
If she calls back,
Tell her
Three thirty in the morning 
Not a soul in sight 
The city's lookin' like a ghost town 
On a moonless summer night 
Raindrops on the windshield
Three thirty in the morning
Not a soul insight
The city's lookin' like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
There's
heavy around your feet 
You hear the thunder of the train 
And suddenly it strikes you 
That they're moving into range 
Doctor Strange is always
me do it now

Keep my feet on the ground
Keep my head in the clouds
Electrified by the sound
It comes from the downand

We changed a lot
themselves
With a brand new slinky dress
Well, I've gained three sizes since I've been in college
That would just serve to depress
But get me to an Agnier,
Three thirty in the morning 
Not a soul in sight 
The city's lookin' like a ghost town 
On a moonless summer night 
Raindrops on the windshield
They've been circling
They've been circling
Since the day they were born 

It's disturbing
How they're circling
Fifty feet from the pond