Throw me the ball and watch me I do with it We got Bow Wow in the My man Zane, Lil' Wayne, Sammie sang to me
1: (Sammie)] Strike one, got you by two, right before your eyes Pitch three, this to the wall Ain't no fun like a of Hardball
1: Lil' Bow Wow] When I step to the plate the get back (back) Cause they know I'm the type of dog So many back to back hits they call me little Sammie Bubble gum, cards and all the Y'all know how I ya when it's time to compete On the field, on the court, any hot beat And break, and you it when you see your clone And right now that's all I see on, holla at me Game time, all I about is bringing home the trophy If your is better mine, you really gotta show me Really gotta beat me, really trash talk Mistreat me, and send my squad back Cause I don't know loose to Matter fact, I ain't lost at all When I'm Hardball (that's right) So, if you on the mound about to to me I'm like Griffey, I keep 'em to the wall
2: (Sammie)] Strike one, got you by Strike two, before your eyes three, oh I got you out a doubt, I got you out Strike one, got you by Strike two, right before your Pitch three, ones to the wall Ain't no fun a game of Hardball
[Verse 2: Lil' This goes out to them jocks stay on my jock, throwing the pop Keep pitching 'em, I'm in the kitchen making rock It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my Throwing eggs at chicken heads, bangin on the curb I left 'em a word, a fast ball or with a Happy sliding home, telling friends that's in the third Sure ya heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doing was false And what's true, listen When it comes to this game they call me Zane other kid was just a mark, so I made him retire See, we all got a base, and we our own But when I come up to bat, we all come home And our fans cheers us, cause they know what the drill Out of the field and your automobile And I hope it ain't your Range Rover, that you spent your over I'm in the dug with my tongue out game over
2: (Sammie)]
[Verse 3: Lil' Listen, listen, They call me young Rodriguez You I'm gettin you hot, hot as the Kennedy, ya know And I keep the chrome bat swinging, swinging at iron on the block like Nolan Ryan To bad for TV, you won't see me I'm the streets I'm a hustler, people, my life in the the game, get you wife in the sheets My watch, my chain, and my teeth That way I will cheap talk And I my mommy sweat heart, she call me sweet daddy And she gladly, loves the way daddy batty, yeah baby Whezzy Wee is a player baby, and I don't share So if you searchin for some bitch nothing here, baby Catch me throwing an eighty in the Bentley Going out, and never hit a foul, a Hot Guy hit pop flies, I'm knocking 'em out the park And after the game we gone up after dark
[Chorus 2: 2x (Sammie)]
Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Sammie The Little Rascals, and me y'all my name