Bản dịch: The Dutch People. Wilhelmus (Dutch National Antum).
don't believe in yesterday And what's black beatle anyway? A fuckin' roach I guess that's why they got me sittin' in fuckin' coach My guy said I need a different approach 'Cause people
me hunny im b-bugs bunny aint funny got my guarantee aint gona if i may cos we the mean girls yes we're so fetch and when we in the yard be jumpin double dutch
Pissing in plastic cups before we went on stage Playing hackey sack back when Audioslave was still Rage Watching all the freaky Dutch kids vomit then
(do it a) Fuck them new model cars we ridin' old school (old school) (let's do it again) [Verse: Shawnna] It used to be all good when we played Double Dutch
to the wake But if her family called I'm gon' make sure that they straight It's like this part of my life I live is damn near mastered The more people
Let's tall in love The Dutch in Old Amsterdam do it Not to mention the Finns Folks in Siam do it Think of Siamese twins Some Argentines without means do it People
for these niggaz on the net, sellin my shit Let's just say you Ramone and I'm Spit In a habitat of Cadillacs and battle raps and people that travel at
, nothing at all I'll get my things, soon as you say, "Baby Vamos", we'll fly away And, if I can go, with you Oh boy we 'bout to make a lot of people
's with rims, Flippin' mix tapes to bitches feedin' me grapes, Peep my mind state, Big Poppa' flow is lethal, That weed make my ass wanna kill four people
hot, then I'm a get a deal My budget none stop, mine paying ten mills And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood Smoke Vanilla Dutches and stuff
any style Niggaz can't help it, cause they bumpin' the shit loud Whasup kid? Feel the rush, glad you kept in touch With these niggaz who be puffin on the Dutch
it, let's fall in love The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it Not to mention the Fins Folks in Siam do it, think of Siamese twins Some Argentines without means do it People
interview I know you into me, so let me get into you I'm always in the mood for laughin' and lovin' And rappin' and fuckin' And passin' the dutch And
no games being played (Remember that, remember that) It might be the career (Yo) It might be on the stage (Yo) It might be in the street (Yo) But the people
know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa Yo, yo See I'm a Philly nigga, I can't fuck wit a Dutch chick Automatic
superstar, check out the booty y'all Red and white green hair, that's Gucci pah Look how the jacket matches loafers it's lookin crazy Dutches pumped
truth Got it on lock jaw to the tip of the tooth Way I floss, no dental insurance to boot But my chain hangs low, I could double-dutch Keep my eyes
