[Intro]
Uh, Neptunes (Neptunes), uh
Bow Wow (Bow Wow) AKA Don, The Dutch (For sure)
Star Trak collab (Uh-huh)
[Chorus]
They call me Bow Wow, The Don, The Dutch
Ask your girl, man, she know what's up
They call me Bow Wow, The Don, The Dutch (The Dutch)
Get out my face, homie, don't get smacked up
They call me Bow Wow, The Don, The Dutch
Ask your girl, man, she know what's up
They call me Bow Wow, The Don, The Dutch (The Dutch)
Get out my face, homie, don't get smacked up
[Verse 1]
When's the last time you seen a MC so clean?
I do my thing, they don't even think I'm sixteen
I got a couple of cribs, push a couple of cars
I pull the Maserati out the garage
That's how I ride, I'm worldwide, international
Say you better, whatever, don't be irrational
See me passing you, I'm goin', you're lost
Hit you at the light and I'ma dust your Porsche
'Cause I'm a dope MC and I'm down by law
From LA all the way to New York
To you MCs who jock my style
You better freeze 'fore I get hostile
You wanna-bes, but you're not like Bow
As you can see, I'm much realer
Was born to get on and perform, get scrilla
The freshest of the fresh, the best, you know it
Uh, Neptunes (Neptunes), uh
Bow Wow (Bow Wow) AKA Don, The Dutch (For sure)
Star Trak collab (Uh-huh)
[Chorus]
They call me Bow Wow, The Don, The Dutch
Ask your girl, man, she know what's up
They call me Bow Wow, The Don, The Dutch (The Dutch)
Get out my face, homie, don't get smacked up
They call me Bow Wow, The Don, The Dutch
Ask your girl, man, she know what's up
They call me Bow Wow, The Don, The Dutch (The Dutch)
Get out my face, homie, don't get smacked up
[Verse 1]
When's the last time you seen a MC so clean?
I do my thing, they don't even think I'm sixteen
I got a couple of cribs, push a couple of cars
I pull the Maserati out the garage
That's how I ride, I'm worldwide, international
Say you better, whatever, don't be irrational
See me passing you, I'm goin', you're lost
Hit you at the light and I'ma dust your Porsche
'Cause I'm a dope MC and I'm down by law
From LA all the way to New York
To you MCs who jock my style
You better freeze 'fore I get hostile
You wanna-bes, but you're not like Bow
As you can see, I'm much realer
Was born to get on and perform, get scrilla
The freshest of the fresh, the best, you know it
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