Chorus: They call me Bow Wow, the Don the Dutch
Ask ya girl man she know what's up The call me Bow Wow the Don
the Dutch, get out my face homie don't get smacked up 2x

Verse 1: Bow Wow

When da last time u seen a MC so clean i do my thing
they don't really think i'm 16 I got a couple of cribs push a couple
of cars I pulls a masaradi out da garage dats how i ride i world wide
International Say u betta whateva don't be a irrational See me passin
em I'm gone, ya lost Hit u at the light and i'mma dust ya porche Cuz i'm a
dope MC and i'm down by law from LA all the way to New York To u MCs
who jock my style u better freeze for i get hostile U wanna be's but ya
not like bow as u can see I'm must really, was born to get on and
perform get crilla the freshest of the fresh da best u know it

(chorus 2x)

Verse 2
Every where I go sold out shows, so many chicks all ova da globe
I got a G-4 plane I fly it alot Girls be on board all ova my jock I kicks
lots of game jewels galore Who'da seen shad go valore Some girl
in Spain by the name of Dajia, chill wit me main when i'm down in Asia
Ain't nobody my same age flow like I flow when I gets on stage Numba
one hits u know my style Ya'll Know how i get down I rock funky fresh
gear, dats what i'm about your jordans brand new but mines ain't out
I got braids,a due rag, a new white TWhat I need wit dem 80's when i
rock minks?

(chorus plays until end)