Throw me the ball and watch me what I do with it
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We got Bow Wow in the house
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My man Lil' Zane - huh, and Lil' Wayne
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Sammie sing to me
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[Chorus 1: (Sammie)]
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Strike one, caught you by surprise
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Strike two, right before your eyes
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Pitch three, this one's to the wall
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Ain't no fun game like a game of Hardball
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[Verse 1: Lil' Bow Wow]
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When I step to the plate the outfield gets back (back)
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Cause they know I'm the over the wall type of dog
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So many back to back hits they call me little Sammy Sosa
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Bubble gum cards and all the posters
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Y'all know, how I roast ya when it's time to compete
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On the field, on the court, over any hot beat
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or break, and you know it when you see your clone
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And right now that's all I see goin on, holla at me
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Game time, all I think about is bringin home the trophy
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If your team is better mine, you really gotta show me
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Really gotta beat me, really gotta trash talk
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Mistreat me, and send my squad back home
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Cause I don't know lose too much
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Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all
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When I'm playin Hardball (that's right)
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So, if you on the mound about to pitch to me
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Understand I'm like Griffey, I keep 'em to the wall
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[Chorus 2: (Sammie)]
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Strike one, caught you by surprise
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Strike two, right before your eyes
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Strike three, ohh I got you out
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Without a doubt, I got you out
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Strike one, caught you by surprise
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Strike two, right before your eyes
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Pitch three, this one's to the wall
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Ain't no fun game like a game of Hardball
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[Verse 2: Lil' Zane]
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This goes out to them jocks that stay on my jock, throwin the pop
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Keep pitchin, I'm in the kitchen makin radio rock
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It's usually preferred, I be choosy with all my words
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Throwin eggs at them chickenheads, beggin on the curb
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Direct from my burb, a fast baller with a curve
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Have her slidin home, tellin her friends just in the third
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I'm sure ya done heard, who I'm doin and what I'm doin
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What's false and what's true and.. (girl listen)
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When it comes to this game they call me Zane McGwire
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That other kid was just a Mark, so I made him retire
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See we all got a base, and we hold our own
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But when I - come up to bat, we all goin come home
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And our fans cheers us on cause they know what the drill is
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Goin, out of the field into your automobile
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And I hope it ain't your Range Rover that you spent your change over
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I'm in the dugout with my tongue out player game over
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[Chorus 2: (Sammie)]
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[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
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Listen, listen, listen
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They call me young Wheezy Rodriguez
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You know I'm gettin it hot as the bullet that (killed) Kennedy, y'know
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And I keep the chrome bat swingin, slingin that iron
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Pitch on the block like Nolan Ryan
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Too bad for TV, you won't see me I'm right in the streets
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I'm a hustler, people, my life in the streets
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Watch the game, get you wife in the sheets
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My watch, my chain, and my teeth cost
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That way I will never cheap talk
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And I call mami sweetheart, she call me sweet daddy
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And she gladly, loves the way that daddy bat it, yeah baby
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Wheezy Weez a player baby, and I don't share baby
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So if you searchin for some (pussy) ain't nuttin here, baby
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Catch me throwin an eighty in the latest Bentley, goin out
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And Wheezy never hit a foul, a Hot Guy
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Don't hit pop flies, I knock it up out the park
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And after the game's over we gon' meet up after dark
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[Chorus 2: repeat 2x (Sammie)]
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Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie
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The Little Rascals, and me y'all know my name
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Lil Rascals
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| Lil' Bow Wow |
