Throw me the ball and watch me 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 your eyes Pitch three, this ones to the Ain't no fun like a game of
1: Lil' Bow Wow] When I step to the the outfielders get back (back) Cause they know I'm the over-the-wall of dog So many back to back hits they call me little Sammie Bubble gum, and all the posters Y'all know how I roast ya when it's time to On the field, on the court, over any hot And break, and you it when you see your clone And right now that's all I see 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, gotta trash talk Mistreat me, and my squad back home Cause I don't know to much Matter fact, I ain't never at all I'm playing Hardball (that's right) So, if you on the mound about to to me Understand I'm Griffey, I keep 'em to the wall
2: (Sammie)] Strike one, got you by Strike two, right your eyes three, oh I got you out a doubt, I got you out Strike one, got you by Strike two, right before your Pitch three, this to the wall Ain't no fun like a game of
[Verse 2: Lil' This goes out to them that stay on my jock, throwing the pop Keep pitching 'em, I'm in the kitchen making radio It's usually preferred, I be with all my words Throwing eggs at chicken heads, bangin on the curb I left 'em a word, a fast or with a curve Happy sliding home, telling them that's in the third Sure ya heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doing was false And what's true, girl When it comes to game they call me Zane McGuire That kid was just a mark, so I made him retire See, we all got a base, and we our own But I come up to bat, we all going come home And our fans cheers us, cause they what the drill going Out of the field and your automobile And I hope it ain't your Range Rover, that you your change over I'm in the dug with my tongue out player over
2: (Sammie)]
[Verse 3: Lil' Listen, listen, They call me young Wheezy You I'm gettin you hot, hot as the Kennedy, ya know And I keep the chrome bat swinging, that at iron Pitch on the block Nolan Ryan To bad for TV, you won't see me I'm riding the I'm a hustler, people, my life in the Watch the game, get you in the sheets My watch, my chain, and my teeth That way I will cheap talk And I call my mommy sweat heart, she me sweet daddy And she gladly, loves the way that daddy batty, yeah Wee is a player baby, and I don't share babies So if you searchin for some ain't nothing here, baby Catch me throwing an eighty in the latest Going out, and Whezzy hit a foul, a Hot Guy Don't hit pop flies, I'm 'em out the park And after the game we gone up after dark
2: repeat 2x (Sammie)]
Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Wayne, Lil' Sammie The Little Rascals, and me y'all know my