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(feat. Lil' Wayne, Lil' Zane, Sammie) Throw me the ball and watch me what I do with it We got Bow Wow in the house My man Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Sammie sang to me [Chorus 1: Sammie] Strike one, got you by surprise Strike two, right before your eyes Pitch three, this ones to the wall Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball [Verse 1: Lil' Bow Wow] When I step to the plate the outfielders get back (back) Cuz they know I'm the over-the-wall type of dog So many back to back hits they call me little Sammie 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 And 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 bringing 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 Cuz I don't know loose to much Letras de cancionesMatter 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, got 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, got you by surprise Strike two, right before your eyes Pitch three, this ones to the wall Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball [Verse 2: Lil' Zane] This goes out to them jocks that stay on my jock, throwin the pop Keep pithcin 'em, I'm in the kitchen makin radio rock It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words Throwin eggs at them chicken heads, bangin on the curb I left 'em a word, a fast ball or with a curve Happy slidin home, tellin them friends that's in the third Sure ya done heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doin was false And what's true, girl listen When it comes to this game they call me Zane McGuire 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, cuz they know what the drill goin Out of the field and into your automobile And I hope it ain't your Range Rover, that you spent your change over I'm in the dug with my tongue out playa game over [Chorus 2: Sammie] [Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] Listen, listen, listen They call me young Wheezy Rodriguez You know I'm gettin you hot, hot as the Kennedy, ya know And I keep the chrome bat swingin, swingin that at iron Pitch on the block like Nolan Ryan To bad for TV, you won't see me I'm ridin 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 my mommy sweat heart, she call me sweet daddy And she gladly, loves the way that daddy batty, yeah baby Whezzy Wee is a playa baby, and I don't share babies So if you searchin for some bitch ain't nothin here, baby Catch me throwin an eighty in the latest Bentley Goin out, and Whezzy never hit a foul, a Hot Guy Does hip-hop flies are knockin up, out the park And after the game we gone meet up after dark [Chorus 2 x2: Sammie] Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie The Little Rascals, and me y'all know my name From Letras Mania