[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