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, Lil' Wayne, Sammie sang to me
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[Chorus 1: (Sammie)]
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Strike one, got you by surprise
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Strike two, right before your eyes
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Pitch three, this ones to the wall
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Ain't no 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 outfielders get back (back)
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Cuz they know I'm the only tight for dogs
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So many back to back hits they call me little Sammie Sosa
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Bubble gum, balled up all the hustlers
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Y'all know how to work it when it's time to compete
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On the field, on the court, over any high steep
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And 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 bringing 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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Cuz I don't know loose to 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 Griffin, I keep 'em to the wall
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[Chorus 2: (Sammie)]
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Strike one, got 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, got you by surprise
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Strike two, right before your eyes
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Pitch three, this ones to the wall
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Ain't no 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 pithcin 'em, I'm in the kitchen makin radio rock
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It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words
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Throwin eggs at them chicken heads, bangin on the curb
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I left 'em a word, I'm fast ballen with a curb
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Happy slidin home, tellin them friends that's in the third
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Sure ya done heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doin was false
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And what's true, girl listen
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When it comes to this game they call me Zane McGregor
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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, cuz they know what the drill goin
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Out of the field and 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 dug with my tounge out play the 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, Rodregous
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You know I'm gettin you hot, hot as the Kendrick, ya know
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And I keep the crown bat swingin, swingin that at iron
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Pitch on the block like monaural
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To bad for TV, you won't see me I'm ridin 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 life in the streets
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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 my mommy sweat heart, she call me sweet daddy
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And she gladly, loves the way that daddy batty, yeah baby
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Whezzy Wee is a playa baby, and I don't share babies
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So if you searchin for some bitch ain't nothin here, baby
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Catch me throwin an eighty in the latest Bentley
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Goin out, and Whezzy never hit a foul, a Hot Guy
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Does hip-hop flyies are knockin up, out the park
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And after the game we gone 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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Hardball
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Lil' Wayne |