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    Lil' Wayne Hardball текст песни


    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 game 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 only tight for dogs
    So many back to back hits they call me little Sammie Sosa
    Bubble gum, balled up all the hustlers
    Y’all know how to work it when it’s time to compete
    On the field, on the court, over any high steep
    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 Griffin, 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 game 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, I’m fast ballen with a curb
    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 McGregor
    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 tounge out play the game over

    [Chorus 2: (Sammie)]

    [Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
    Listen, listen, listen
    They call me young Wheezy, Rodregous
    You know I’m gettin you hot, hot as the Kendrick, ya know
    And I keep the crown bat swingin, swingin that at iron
    Pitch on the block like monaural
    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 life in the streets
    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 bitch 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
    Does hip-hop flyies are knockin up, out the park
    And after the game we gone meet up after dark

    [Chorus 2: repeat 2x (Sammie)]

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