Throw me the ball and me what I do with it We got Bow Wow in the My man Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Sammie to me
1: (Sammie)] Strike one, got you by Strike two, before your eyes Pitch three, this ones to the Ain't no fun a game 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 Sammie Sosa Bubble gum, 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 you see your clone And right now that's all I see going on, at me Game time, all I think is bringing home the trophy If your is better mine, you really gotta show me Really gotta beat me, gotta trash talk Mistreat me, and send my back home Cause I don't loose to much fact, I ain't never lost at all When I'm playing (that's right) So, if you on the about to pitch to me Understand I'm like Griffey, I '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 two, right before your eyes Pitch three, this ones to the Ain't no fun like a of Hardball
[Verse 2: Zane] This goes out to them jocks that on my jock, throwing the pop Keep pitching 'em, I'm in the kitchen radio rock It's usually preferred, I be with all my words eggs at them chicken heads, bangin on the curb I left 'em a word, a fast ball or with a Happy sliding home, telling them that's in the third Sure ya done heard, who I'm doing and what I'm was false And what's true, girl When it comes to this game call me Zane McGuire That other kid was just a mark, so I made him 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 they know the drill going Out of the field and your automobile And I hope it your Range Rover, that you spent your change over I'm in the dug with my tongue out player over
2: (Sammie)]
[Verse 3: Wayne] Listen, listen, call me young Wheezy Rodriguez You know I'm you hot, hot as the Kennedy, ya know And I keep the chrome bat swinging, swinging at iron Pitch on the block like Ryan To bad for TV, you won't see me I'm riding the I'm a hustler, people, my life in the Watch the game, get you 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 ain't nothing here, me throwing an eighty in the latest 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, Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie The Rascals, and me y'all know my name