(feat. Lil' Wayne, Lil' Zane, Sammie)

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

We got Bow Wow in the house
My man Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Sammie sang to me


[Chorus 1: Sammie]
Strike one, got 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 outfielders get 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 how I roast ya when it's time to compete

On the field, on the court, over any hot 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 is 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 know loose to much
Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all

When I'm playin Hardball (that's right)
So, if you on the mound about to pitch to me
Understand I'm like Griffey, I keep 'em to the wall


[Chorus 2: Sammie]
Strike one, got 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, got 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 stay on my jock, throwin the pop
Keep pithcin 'em, I'm in the kitchen makin radio rock
It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words

Throwin eggs at them chicken heads, bangin on the curb
I left 'em a word, a fast ball or with a curve
Happy slidin home, tellin them friends that's in the third

Sure ya done heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doin was false
And what's true, 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 all goin come home

And our fans cheers us, cuz they know what the drill 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 dug with my tongue out playa game over

[Chorus 2: Sammie]


[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Listen, listen, listen

They call me young Wheezy Rodriguez
You know I'm gettin you hot, hot as the Kennedy, ya know
And I keep the chrome bat swingin, swingin that at iron

Pitch on the block like Nolan Ryan
To bad for TV, you won't see me I'm ridin the streets
I'm a hustler, people, my life in the streets

Watch the game, get you wife in the sheets
My watch, my chain, and my teeth Cost
That way I will never cheap talk

And I call my mommy sweat heart, she call me sweet daddy
And she gladly, loves the way that daddy batty, yeah baby
Whezzy Wee is a playa baby, and I don't share babies

So if you searchin for some (*##$ ain't nothin here, baby
Catch me throwin an eighty in the latest Bentley
Goin out, and Whezzy never hit a foul, a Hot Guy
Don't hit pop flies, I knock it up out the park
And after the game we gone meet up after dark


[Chorus 2 x2: Sammie]

Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie
The Little Rascals, and me y'all know my name