[Dutch]
You hear that sh**?
Everybody sayin Dutchman...Dutchman...Dutchman...
You hear that sh**?
All them b**hes screamin Dutchman, Dutchman
Don't nobody be flippin those flows like Dutchie do
Wha? Gun pop, gat only, and then we bustin you
n***a, numerous things these lyrics'll make you do
Hold up! Stop, wiggle, jiggle
Do what you do and make a thug pull a gat and start to
Act a fool, you hungry for some coke on the block?
Then get full
Y'all n***as want me to stop, I can't do
Y'all gon' hate when I drop, I KNOW you
But I don't give a damn, I drop full
Move, you get it man?
Me and Bumpie J come slidin' through up in that mini van
All that frivolous beef, my dawgs don't get into that
All my n***as ready to come through and put an end to that
Thug sh**? I'm livin that
Drugs? I done been in that
Is you n***as feelin' that?
Cuase I'm really livin' that
I'm the type of n***a that be runnin' with them hoodie rats
Yo, them n***as actin like they dogs
I know they puddy cats
[Chorus - Dutch]
n***as say what they want (they want, they want...)
But they don't want it with the Dutchman (Dutchman, Dutchman)
Oh no they don't (oh no they don't), oh no they don't (oh no they don't)
Say what they want (they want, they want...)
But they don't want it with the Dutchman (Dutchman, Dutchman...)
Oh no they don't (oh no they don't), oh no they don't (oh no they don't)
[Dutch]
One big head
Shorty got the tounge to my dick head
Dutch go all night until the sun on my dick head
Might spit a daughter or a son out my dick head
Might catch me f**in' your wife, dick head!
Roll through, tinted up, Jag with the big head
Even white chicks hop they a** in the big head
No they don't (no they don't)
Want it with the Dutchman
Come through, top down, rims all toughed in
Drop ten, throw the watch under construction
I do sh**, ummm, n***as don't think about
Catch 'em with shock, look like S5 blnkers out
All the chicks grin when the see the twinkers out
I ain't no stingy man
Girlfriend, I'll take you out
Then treat you like the trash
Bag you up and sit you out
[Chorus]
[Dutch]
n***a listen
My block got n***as whole Glocks never missin'
Mommy said take yo a** to cla**, sit there and listen
Instead, I cop four and a half, break out the dishes
Brand new razor, and my a** got the nickin'
Coke smell, smellin up the kitchen
Dickie suit, hoodie on the block with a mission
Glock pop, cops come, and they holdin' pictures
Up against the wall, mother f**ers bout to frisk us
Damn! Should have never put this stash in the britches (damn)
As soon as he hit the ankle, lean up, kick him!
Hear him callin' back-up, and my a** sprintin'
Toward the Ocho, you'll never get me in the district
Put me in the headlock, beat me to submission (you know somethin'!?)
Tell me I get fifty years, think I'm gon' be snitchin'?
For twenty rocks, get the locks, guess I'm gon' be missin
Up state, pumpin' weight, until my hands get blistered
Cartin' the cigarettes, your MAN on the block
Three hots in the co*k, keep a tab in my sock
Money orders keep a n***a commacery stock
Back and forth to court, hopin' state charges drop
[Chorus 2x]