[Intro: Baas B.]
Uh, uh-huh, yes..
Baas B., Big2.. Yes-R, Lange Frans..
Top rappers, braggarts..
/>[Verse 1: Baas B.]
Ha, let me drop something for the Street Remix three
Cause Baasie is here, the cheese that cracks all the crazy chicks
Don't screw your bitch when she is drunk, no stop that shit 'ns
Better that your chick is Bob than that Bob is your chick
I rock those big hits, boy yo don't fuck with me
But in your heart you know I'll walk past you in my socks
It's a fact again, you know man we rock the mic
Are you a pancake, order a portion of poffertjes, HA!
I'm the guy with the flexible flow
And I catch more chicks than I can throw balls at, put my goalkeeper on goal
That's not that bad in principle, but to every ho
Say I'm exactly the same, "Bitch, you're not my type"
So wait a minute, let me hit you for a second
Cause these sixteen lines are the only ones I dug up
I'm now working on the beats and enjoying it in Diemen-Zuid
And now pass the flow on to Biggie, it's over and done
[Verse 2: Big2]
You chat chat and you say you are the man with the striker
But how can you be the man because you came like a bitch
And I just won't come thug because the Big2 is an asshole
But if I have an STD, then your mother has it too. Guest
Flow tight jiggy, still flashing in a Millie
Do you want to diss me back, my mother's name is Winnie
Come on fagot, and Piggy is an ugly boy
But cruel Stylo with a nine kilo dick burns like a Belgian
And anyone who doesn't want to learn will have it pounded into their head
Where I live, you don't just pass the box but the BAM
Anyone who doesn't get it passed , she better leave
Because otherwise I will have to stain your little sister of seven again
Most rappers fear me, because I come terribly tasty
But check the flavor, because you know that I will make you break like a cracker
[Verse 3: Yes-R]
Aiiyo leave me there now, I secretly smell a beef
I don't know what your street wants to say, your album is sad
Sign up for football, but fuck it as an artist
How can you think you're fat because you don't have a dick
Aiiyo you never rap about chicks - that's right you have There's not one
Pity your dick, now take a bitch into your life
And that chick of yours, aiiyo, that's a creature
I count more wrinkles on her head then all the hair on my legs
D-Men Entertainment, still just as annoying
And you know as well as I do what Nike's on means to you
Aiiyo I mean it, you're coming shit your fucking shit
You're a sneaky snake that sneakily crawls up someone's ass
Now keep it quiet and lock your mouth
Because I can make sure that you will never wake up again
But I'm already on my way, so I'd rather commit suicide
Don't think you're safe, because no one will help you..
[Verse 4: Long French]
It's lonely where I am
Cause I can't leave, and you can't go
Let's go right away, I don't have time to waste
If we're dead it's time to chill
I'm a braggart, but also a top rapper
And with the mic I can turn the room upside down
Rapid shit but your chick thinks it's okay still tasty
And with my click I can put her pussy on the line
I work day and night, I work very hard
I'm not an Idol who gets it because of him a tight smile
I can make you a star, or crack your stars
My motto is "business is business"

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