Throw me the ball and me what 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 Strike two, right your eyes Pitch three, this ones to the Ain't no fun like a game of
1: Lil' Bow Wow] When I step to the plate the outfielders get (back) Cause they know I'm the type of dog So many back to back hits they me little Sammie Sosa gum, cards and all the posters Y'all know how I roast ya when it's time to On the field, on the court, over any hot And break, and you know it when you see your And now that's all I see going on, holla at me Game time, all I think about is bringing the trophy If your team is better mine, you gotta show me Really gotta me, really gotta trash talk Mistreat me, and send my squad back Cause I know loose to much fact, I ain't never lost at all When I'm Hardball (that's right) So, if you on the mound to pitch to me Understand I'm like Griffey, I 'em to the wall
2: (Sammie)] Strike one, got you by Strike two, right before eyes three, oh I got you out a doubt, I got you out Strike one, got you by two, right before your eyes Pitch three, this ones to the Ain't no fun a game of Hardball
[Verse 2: Lil' This goes out to them that stay on my jock, throwing the pop Keep pitching 'em, I'm in the making radio rock It's usually preferred, I be choosey all my words Throwing at them chicken heads, bangin on the curb I left 'em a word, a fast ball or a curve Happy sliding home, them friends that's in the third Sure ya done heard, who I'm doing and what I'm was false And what's true, listen When it comes to this game call me Zane McGuire other kid was just a mark, so I made him retire See, we all got a base, and we our own But I come up to bat, we all going come home And our cheers us, cause they know what the drill going Out of the field and your automobile And I hope it ain't your Range Rover, that you spent change over I'm in the dug with my tongue out player game
2: (Sammie)]
[Verse 3: Wayne] 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, that at iron Pitch on the block like Ryan To bad for TV, you see me I'm riding 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 Cost way I will never cheap talk And I call my sweat heart, she call me sweet daddy And she gladly, loves the way that batty, yeah baby Wee is a player baby, and I don't share babies So if you searchin for some bitch ain't here, baby Catch me throwing an eighty in the latest Going out, and never hit a foul, a Hot Guy Don't hit pop flies, I'm knocking 'em out the And after the game we meet up after dark
[Chorus 2: 2x (Sammie)]
Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie The Little Rascals, and me y'all know my