The Sandlot

[Intro]
Yeah, you already know what it is, son
Still sipping that Pellegrino
Flavarotti in the fucking coupe
Family secrets, bitch

[Verse 1]
I'm big hand behind the plate
Do the Xan', take your mam on a dinner date
Since the first hit, man, I haven't been the same
Uh, '96 Shaq, posted in the paint
Break the backboard
Wipe the prints off the weapon like the chalk on a blackboard
Cruising in the turbo down the avenue
I play the game, homie, peace to clues
Scottie Pippen, catch me creeping in the '92s
Cop my girl air flights and the baby blues, I keep a simple seat
A ripple sippin' Pellegrino, Mr. Petrazeno name me
But they calling me, "The Great Bambino"
It might get intricate, she begging to get intimate
Uh, Flavarotti crime syndicate
Never frivolous, definitive swank
Plus the dank grass limitless, they tend to hate the kid

[Interlude]
(Why?) ‘Cause, baby, I'm the shit
(You already know the deal, man)
Check the certificate
Partificate, boss shit
Keep me going, Doug
Uh, yo check, yo check

[Verse 2]
My whole fam innocent, treated like a secondary citizen
First generation immigrant ruse
They lie when they arrive, now we tell the truth
Drop the roof, peel out in the coupe with the loot
And you could bet I'm rolling deep with the fuckin' troops
Slide to the crib, known to passin' me the red sauce
Checked her credentials, a bitch, I'm a fucking boss
Flavarotti run the show like a fucking host
When it comes to getting cheddar, you already know
Check the flow, I shred it up like confetti, bro
Important cheese from overseas, you could check the steez
Two degrees on my record, I'm still way better
There ain't no way that you could tell me rappin' ain't a breeze
Family secrets, yeah, the whispers underneath the trees
Uh, you hear a theme, you gon' pay the fee

[Outro]
Flavarotti, boss shit, we back
This the sequel, bitch
Suck my fucking nuts, ho
Mob shit