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Lil' Bow Wow F/ Lil' Wayne, Lil' Zane, Sammie Miscellaneous Hardball Throw me the ball and watch me what I do with it We got Bow Wow in the house My man Lil' Zane - huh, and Lil' Wayne Sammie sing to me [Chorus 1: (Sammie)] Strike one, caught you by surprise Strike two, right before your eyes Pitch three, this one's to the wall Ain't no game like a game of Hardball [Verse 1: Lil' Bow Wow] When I step to the plate the outfield gets back (back) Cause they know I'm the over the wall type of dog So many back to back hits they call me little Sammy Sosa Bubble gum cards and all the posters Y'all know, how I roast ya when it's time to compete On the field, on the court, over any hot beat or break, and you know it when you see your clone And right now that's all I see goin on, holla at me Game time, all I think about is bringin home the trophy If your team is better mine, you really gotta show me Really gotta beat me, really gotta trash talk Mistreat me, and send my squad back home Cause I don't know lose too much Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all When I'm playin Hardball (that's right) So, if you on the mound about to pitch to me Understand I'm like Griffey, I keep 'em to the wall [Chorus 2: (Sammie)] Strike one, caught you by surprise Strike two, right before your eyes Strike three, ohh I got you out Without a doubt, I got you out Strike one, caught you by surprise Strike two, right before your eyes Pitch three, this one's to the wall Ain't no game like a game of Hardball [Verse 2: Lil' Zane] This goes out to them jocks that stay on my jock, throwin the pop Keep pitchin, I'm in the kitchen makin radio rock It's usually preferred, I be choosy with all my words Throwin eggs at them chickenheads, beggin on the curb Direct from my burb, a fast baller with a curve Have her slidin home, tellin her friends just in the third I'm sure ya done heard, who I'm doin and what I'm doin What's false and what's true and.. (girl listen) When it comes to this game they call me Zane McGwire That other kid was just a Mark, so I made him retire See we all got a base, and we hold our own But when I - come up to bat, we all goin come home And our fans cheers us on cause they know what the drill is Goin, out of the field into your automobile And I hope it ain't your Range Rover that you spent your change over I'm in the dugout with my tongue out player game over [Chorus 2: (Sammie)] [Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] Listen, listen, listen They call me young Wheezy Rodriguez You know I'm gettin it hot as the bullet that (killed) Kennedy, y'know And I keep the chrome bat swingin, slingin that iron Pitch on the block like Nolan Ryan Too bad for TV, you won't see me I'm right in the streets I'm a hustler, people, my life in the streets Watch the game, get you wife in the sheets My watch, my chain, and my teeth cost That way I will never cheap talk And I call mami sweetheart, she call me sweet daddy And she gladly, loves the way that daddy bat it, yeah baby Wheezy Weez a player baby, and I don't share baby So if you searchin for some (pussy) ain't nuttin here, baby Catch me throwin an eighty in the latest Bentley, goin out And Wheezy never hit a foul, a Hot Guy Don't hit pop flies, I knock it up out the park And after the game's over we gon' meet up after dark [Chorus 2: repeat 2x (Sammie)] Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie The Little Rascals, and me y'all know my name |
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