Throw me the and watch me what I do with it We got Bow Wow in the My man Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, sang to me
1: (Sammie)] Strike one, got you by Strike two, right before eyes three, this ones to the wall Ain't no fun like a game of
1: Lil' Bow Wow] When I step to the plate the outfielders get (back) they know I'm the over-the-wall type of dog So back to back hits they call 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 Game time, all I about is bringing home the trophy If team is better mine, you really gotta show me Really gotta beat me, really gotta talk Mistreat me, and send my squad back Cause I know loose to much Matter fact, I ain't 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 '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, ones to the wall no fun like a game of Hardball
[Verse 2: Zane] This goes out to them that stay on my jock, throwing the pop Keep 'em, I'm in the kitchen making radio rock It's preferred, I be choosey with all my words Throwing eggs at them heads, bangin on the curb I left 'em a word, a fast ball or a curve sliding home, telling them friends that's in the third Sure ya done heard, who I'm doing and I'm doing was false And what's true, listen When it 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 up to bat, we all going come home And our fans us, cause they know what the drill going Out of the field and into your And I it ain't your Range Rover, that you spent your change over I'm in the dug my tongue out player game over
2: (Sammie)]
[Verse 3: Wayne] Listen, listen, They 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 Nolan Ryan To bad for TV, you won't see me I'm the streets I'm a hustler, people, my life in the the game, get you wife in the sheets My watch, my chain, and my teeth That way I never cheap talk And I call my mommy sweat heart, she call me sweet And she gladly, the way that daddy batty, yeah baby Whezzy Wee is a player baby, and I don't share So if you searchin for some ain't nothing here, baby Catch me 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 we gone meet up after dark
[Chorus 2: 2x (Sammie)]
Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Wayne, Lil' Sammie The Little Rascals, and me know my name