Dutch And Spade Say What You Want
[Dutch] You hear that shit? Everybody sayin Dutchman...Dutchman...Dutchman... You hear that shit? All them bitches screamin Dutchman, Dutchman Don't nobody be flippin those flows like Dutchie do Wha? Gun pop, gat only, and then we bustin you Nigga, 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 niggas 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 niggas ready to come through and put an end to that Thug shit? I'm livin that Drugs? I done been in that Is you niggas feelin' that? Cuase I'm really livin' that I'm the type of nigga that be runnin' with them hoodie rats Yo, them niggas actin like they dogs I know they puddy cats [Chorus - Dutch] Niggas 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..ckin' your wife, dick head! Roll through, tinted up, Jag with the big head Even white chicks hop they ass 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 shit, ummm, niggas 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] Nigga listen My block got niggas whole glocks never missin' Mommy said take yo ass to class, sit there and listen Instead, I cop four and a half, break out the dishes Brand new razor, and my ass 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..ckers 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 ass 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 cock, keep a tab in my sock Money orders keep a nigga commacery stock Back and forth to court, hopin' state charges drop [Chorus 2x]