Throw me the and watch me what I do with it We got Bow Wow in the My man Lil' Zane, Wayne, Sammie sang to me
1: (Sammie)] Strike one, got you by Strike two, right before eyes Pitch three, this ones to the Ain't no fun like a game of
1: Lil' Bow Wow] When I step to the the outfielders get back (back) Cause they know I'm the over-the-wall of dog So many back to back they call me little Sammie Sosa gum, cards and all the posters Y'all know how I roast ya when it's to compete On the field, on the court, over any hot And break, and you know it when you see clone And now that's all I see going on, holla at me Game time, all I about is bringing home the trophy If your team is better mine, you really gotta me gotta beat me, really gotta trash talk Mistreat me, and send my squad back Cause I know loose to much Matter fact, I ain't never at all I'm playing 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, right before your three, oh I got you out a doubt, I got you out Strike one, got you by Strike two, right your eyes three, this ones to the wall Ain't no fun like a of Hardball
2: Lil' Zane] This goes out to them jocks stay on my jock, throwing the pop Keep pitching 'em, I'm in the kitchen making rock usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words Throwing eggs at them chicken heads, bangin on the I left 'em a word, a ball or with a curve Happy sliding home, telling them friends in the third Sure ya done heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doing was And what's true, girl it comes to this game they call me Zane McGuire That 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 going come And our fans cheers us, cause know what the drill going Out of the field and into your And I hope it ain't your Range Rover, that you your change over I'm in the dug my tongue out player game over
2: (Sammie)]
[Verse 3: Lil' Listen, listen, They call me young Rodriguez You know I'm you hot, hot as the Kennedy, ya know And I the chrome bat swinging, swinging that at iron Pitch on the like Nolan Ryan To bad for TV, you see me I'm riding the streets I'm a hustler, people, my life in the Watch the game, get you wife in the My watch, my chain, and my Cost That way I will cheap talk And I call my sweat heart, she call me sweet daddy And she gladly, the way that daddy batty, yeah baby Whezzy Wee is a player baby, and I don't babies So if you searchin for some ain't nothing here, baby Catch me throwing an eighty in the Bentley Going out, and Whezzy 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)]
Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' The Little Rascals, and me y'all know my