Testi Soundtracks :: H

Throw me the ball and watch me what I do wit it

We got Bow Wow in the house

My man Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Sammie sing to me



[Chorus 1: (Sammie)]

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



[Verse 1: Lil' Bow Wow]

When I step to the plate the outfield gets back (back)

Cuz 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, and all the posters

Y'all know i'd roast you when it's time to compete

On the field, on the court, over any high beat

And break, and you know it when you see your clone

And right now that's all I see goin on, holla at me

Game time, all I think about is bringing home the trophy

If your team's better mine, you really gotta show me

Really gotta beat me, really gotta trash talk

Mistreat me, and send my squad back home

Cuz I don't lose too much

Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all

When I'm playin Hardball (that's right)

So, if you on the mound bout to pitch to me

Understand I'm like Griffey, I keep 'em to the wall



[Chorus 2: (Sammie)]

Strike one, caught you by surprise

Strike two, right before your eyes

Strike three, ohh I got you out

Without a doubt, 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



[Verse 2: Lil' Zane]

This goes out to them jocks that stand on my jock, throwin the pop

Keep pithcin 'em, I'm in the kitchen makin ready to rock

It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words

Throwin eggs at them chicken heads, beggin on the curb

I left 'em a word, a fast baller with a curb

Happy slidin home, tellin them friends it's in the third

Sure ya heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doin what's false

And what's true and uh, girl listen

When it comes to this game they call me Zane McGuire

That other kid was just a mark, so I made him retire

See, we all got a base, and we hold our own

But when I come up to bat, we can all come home

And our fans cheers us on, cuz they know what the drill it's goin

Out of the field and into your automobile

And I hope it ain't your Range Rover, that you spent your change over

I'm in the dugout with my tounge out play a game over



[Chorus 2: (Sammie)]



[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]

Listen, listen, listen

They call me young Weezy, Rodriguez

You know I'm gettin you hot, hot as the Kendrick, and i think ya know

And I keep the chrome bat swingin, slingin that at iron

Pitch on the block like Nola Ryant

Too bad for TV, you won't see me I'm right in the streets

I'm a hustler, people, my life in the streets

Watch the game, get your wife in the sheets

My watch, my chain, and my teeth

Cause that way I will never cheap talk

And I call my mommy sweet heart, she call me sweet daddy

And she gladly, love the way that daddy batted, yeah baby

Weezy Wee playa baby, and I don't share baby

So if you searchin for some bitch ain't nothin here, baby

Catch me throwin an eighty in the latest Bentley

Goin out, and Weezy never hit a foul, a Hot Guy

Dont hip-hop flys are knockin up, out the park

And after the game we gone be out after dark



[Chorus 2: repeat 2x (Sammie)]



Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie

The Little Rascals, and me: y'all know my name