Intro:
Yeah (yeah)
Santana (Santana)
Yeah uh, it’s groovy baby (it's groovy)
It’s groovy baby (it's groovy)
Yeah (one time for the one time)
Look (yeah yeah)
Hook:
See I be pitching pimpin’ to these hoes, they call me Satchel Paige (say what?)
Black just like the Negro League, I’ll serve this bitch all day (uh huh)
And for the low low seller, Yeah we’ll move it ‘cross home plate (yeah)
Tickets in and out, and in the crowd I see black faces (okay)
Verse 1:
See I be pitching pimpin’ to thesе hoes (I'm pitching), they call me Satchеl Paige (this pimpin')
I got partnas in the dugout who serve that white ball all day (that white)
See I know just how the game goes, and I watch just how I play it (that's right)
I’ll slide through Chattanooga with the Black Lookouts on any day (on sight)
I’m a Hall of Famer, 12 gold gloves like Willie Mays (yeah)
Call me Cool Papa Bell, one of the fastest to hit the plate (I hit the plate)
As a jit, I knew my Uncle Clay was the only one with weight (that weight)
The true definition of someone who could really go serve the base
I got angels in the outfield floatin' off purple haze (they high)
Tickets for the low low seller, printed and displayed (that's right)
You better shop now, trap closing can’t be delayed (nah)
I got a package from Pittsburgh, I know it's them Homestead Grays (get it in)
Had to switch it up to please my fanbase (to please my fanbase)
Now every time I score they’re yelling out hooray (they’re yelling out Hooray)
I’m the Black Babe Ruth like Josh Gibson who played back in the day (Bam!)
I’m a power hitter, that’s why all these hoochies scream my name
Hook:
See I be pitching pimpin’ to these hoes, they call me Satchel Paige (say what?)
Black just like the Negro League, I’ll serve this bitch all day (uh huh)
And for the low low seller, Yeah we’ll move it ‘cross home plate (yeah)
Tickets in and out, and in the crowd I see black faces (okay)
And all my niggas tryna score, we tryna stay on pace (say what?)
Feeling like my Uncle Clay I gotta serve this base (uh huh)
Standing on the mound now, you know I’m deemed the ace (okay)
I got my angels in the outfield floatin' off that purple haze (okay)
Verse 2:
I keep a big B on my ball cap (yeah), a lil something in my red socks (yeah)
Riding with this fine bitch (yeah), red dot on this new Glock (yeah)
Sliding through the city (skrt), I’m in M-town with my brothers (my brothers)
Can’t lookout for no others (nah), we only hustle for each other (fa sho)
Hey 42 on my backside (four deuce), keep that on my jersey now (boom)
Jackie Robinson the greatest of them (boom), color barriers we broke them down (boom)
Dodging robbers when I’m in Brooklyn cause I know the Dodgers gone get him now
Might left the block in '57 but a gunner still go gun you down
That’s why I love when I’m in Chi-Town, love when I’m in Chi-Town
I need to pull up on my partna Quellz and tell him to pull up right now (skrt skrt)
'Cause it’s been a minute since we kicked it but I know he handling business right now (that paper)
And he know I don’t fuck with them Yankees, cause I’m a proud nigga from the south (that's major)
And look at these golds in my mouth bitch (bling)
Baby girl slugged me out bitch (bling)
Hit that thang on the couch bitch (bam)
And when I score it counts bitch (damn)
Finna run it up, aye look at the scoreboard (the scoreboard)
The team says they need more, but what more can you ask for than Santana?
Bitch
Hook:
See I be pitching pimpin’ to these hoes, they call me Satchel Paige (say what?)
Black just like the Negro League, I’ll serve this bitch all day (uh huh)
And for the low low seller, Yeah we’ll move it ‘cross home plate (yeah)
Tickets in and out, and in the crowd I see black faces (okay)
And all my niggas tryna score, we tryna stay on pace (say what?)
Feeling like my Uncle Clay I gotta serve this base (uh huh)
Standing on the mound now, you know I’m deemed the ace (okay)
I got my angels in the outfield floatin' off that purple haze (okay)
Yeah
