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Jermaine Dupri, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Bow Wow And Sammie Miscellaneous Hardball Hardball Jermaine Dupri, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Bow Wow And Sammie [Jermaine Dupri] We got Bow Wow In the house My man Lil' Zane Lil' Wayne Sammie, sing to me [Sammie] Strike one Caught you by surprise Strike two Right before your eyes Pitch three This one's to the wall Ain't no fun like A game of hardball [Lil' Bow Wow] When I step to the plate The outfield gets back 'Cause they know I'm the over the wall Type of dog So many back to back hits They call me little Sammie Sosa Bubble gum cards On all the posters Y'all know I'll roast ya in a second When it's time to compete On the field, on the court Over any hot beat The great, and you know it When you see ya clone And right now that's All see goin' on Holla at me Game time All I think about is Bringin' home the trophy If ya team's better than mine You really gotta show me Really gotta beat me Really gotta trash talk Mistreat me and Send my squad back home 'Cause I don't lose too much Matta fact I ain't neva lost at all when I'm playin' Hardball So if you on the mound 'Bout to pitch to me Understand, I'm like Griffey I keep 'em to the wall Chorus: [Sammie] Strike one Caught you by surprise Strike two Right before your eyes Strike three Ooh I got you out Without a doubt a I got you Out Strike one Caught you by surprise Strike two Right before your eyes Pitch three This ones to the wall Ain't no fun like A game of hardball [Lil' Zane] This goes out to the jocks That stay on my jock Throwin' the pop Keep pitchin' I'm in the kitchen Makin' radio rock It's usually preferred I be choosy wit' all my words Throwin' eggs at them Chickenheads beggin' on the curb Give 'em a bird Fast ballin' wit' a curve Have 'em slidin' home Tellin' they friends To send the third I'm sure you done heard who I'm doin' and what I'm doin' What sparks and what's true And huh girl listen When it comes to this game They call me Zane McGuire That otha kid was just a Mark So I made him retire See we all got our base And we hold our own But when I come up to bat We gon all come home In the last in it's on 'Cause they know what to drill It's goin' out of the field To your automobile And I hope it ain't ya Range Rover That you spent ya change ova I'm in the dugout Wit' my tongue out Playin' game over Chorus [Lil' Wayne] They call me young Weezy Rodriguez You know I'm keepin' Hot as the gun that Killed Kennedy ya know And I keep the Chrome bat swingin' Slingin' that iron Pitch on the block Like Nolan Ryan Too fancy for TV You won't see me I'm right in the streets I'm hustler people My life in the streets Watch the game Get yo wife in the sheets Watch my chain And my teeth cost That way I would Never cheap talk And I call mommy sweetheart She call me sweetdaddy And she gladly love the way That daddy bat it Yeah baby Weezy Wee's a playa baby And I don't share baby So if you searchin' for some cat Ain't nothin' here baby Catch me doin' tha 80 in Ya latest Bentley goin' out And Weezy never Hit a fly, a hot guy Don't hit pop fly's I knock it out the park And afta the games We gon be there after dark Chorus x3 H A R D B A L L |
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