Testo: Soundtrack Artists. Hardball.

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