Letra de Harbal ft lil zane, lil wayne, lil sammie, jd de Lil Bow Wow
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Letra de HARBAL FT LIL ZANE, LIL WAYNE, LIL SAMMIE, JD de LIL BOW WOW.
( Lil Bow Wow )
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
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
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