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 T.What I need wit dem 80's when i
  rock minks?
  
  (chorus plays until end)