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 two, right before your eyes Pitch three, ones to the wall no fun like a game of Hardball
[Verse 1: Bow Wow] When I step to the the outfielders get back (back) Cause know I'm the over-the-wall type of dog So many back to back hits they me little Sammie Sosa Bubble gum, and all the posters Y'all how I roast ya when it's time to compete On the field, on the court, any hot beat And break, and you know it when you see your And now that's all I see going on, holla at me time, all I think about is bringing home the trophy If your team is better mine, you really show me Really gotta beat me, gotta trash talk Mistreat me, and send my squad back Cause I don't know to much Matter fact, I never lost at all When I'm Hardball (that's right) So, if you on the mound about to to me Understand I'm like Griffey, I keep 'em to the
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 Strike two, before your eyes three, this ones to the wall Ain't no fun like a game of
[Verse 2: Zane] This out to them jocks that stay on my jock, throwing the pop pitching 'em, I'm in the kitchen making radio rock It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my Throwing eggs at them heads, bangin on the curb I 'em a word, a fast ball or with a curve sliding home, telling them friends that's 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 other kid was 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 know what the drill going Out of the field and your automobile 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: 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, swinging at iron Pitch on the block Nolan Ryan To bad for TV, you won't see me I'm riding the I'm a hustler, people, my in the streets Watch the game, get you in the sheets My watch, my chain, and my Cost That way I never cheap talk And I call my mommy sweat heart, she me sweet daddy And she gladly, loves the way that daddy batty, yeah Whezzy Wee is a player baby, and I don't babies So if you searchin for some bitch ain't nothing here, Catch me throwing an in the latest Bentley Going out, and Whezzy hit a foul, a Hot Guy Don't hit pop flies, I'm 'em out the park And after the game we gone meet up after
2: repeat 2x (Sammie)]
Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' The Little Rascals, and me y'all know my