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chamillionaire - who they want (mike jones diss) lyrics

attention, we gotta thang for cotton-candy rappers
that gotta be in the bed before 9: 00
cover ya ears, its ’bout to get ugly baby

[chorus]
now who they want?
me (6x), king koopa
that’s what i give em’
(the, color changin’ click)
(chamillitary man)
now who they hate
dike (7x), then i’m gon’ get em’
real n-gg-z ain’t jammin’ no
(dike jones, who?, dike jones, jones)

[verse 1: chamillionaire]
yeah, i handle heat like a pizza man
you want beef i’ll unpack it for ya
mike jones, is a wack rapper but he isn’t a bad promoter
you don’t know want problems my n-gg-
my stats is way past a quota
cuz i’m gettin’ what flippa says in the initial that’s after clova, g’s
n-gg- please, them commercials ain’t even right (why)
texas n-gg-z be pourin’ purple, we bend and remixed that sprite
okay koopa stick to this dike, you right if he wanna fight
but this ain’t no lil’ flip beverage he won’t have a lucky night (nah)
he lucky if he have a life, sayin’ cham’ ain’t gon’ get a deal
ain’t no rhymer you’s a v-g-n-, it’s time for some vagisil
want problems then crank it up, ain’t no static or banner here (n-gg-)
i crush that lil’ man career, like a budweiser can of beer
bout to dig up a deep hole, so ya alb-m can rest and sleep
you can put all ya lyrics in it the gimmicks can rest in peace (who?)
i bought ya cd, you was sayin’ how you the best in the streets (uh-uh)
so i had to go get my quarterback like n-gg-z who step in them cleets
hut 1, hut 2, now you in some trouble fool
and my brother don’t like you now, you got trouble in doubles dude
and you won’t get to guzzle juice, no opening for ya food
cuz the only way to shut you up, is a muzzle to muzzle you
watch the punisher punish who?, nah, i don’t have to ask ya
you said it, now you gon’ get it, and i ain’t gon’ have a h-ssle
you ain’t the king, i should know i’m the n-gg- that built the castle
i pull my back-hand and slap you, turn you ‘to a dizzy rascal (who!)
that ain’t hip-hop, i swear that garbage gon’ get stopped
i’ma kill the tick-tock you got in your flea-market wrist-watch (f-ck that
n-gg-)
he said i fell off, and koopa could never get hot
can’t pull my d-ck out, cuz he got my d-ck in a lip-lock
man, i’m just sayin’ though get off my genetalia
get off my nuts, i’m bettin’ ya, no you ain’t no compet-tor
mo’ money and mo’record sales, etcetera etcetera
so i’ma delete you, and put magno back there instead of ya (oh!)

[chorus]
now who they want?
me (6x), king koopa
that’s what i give em’
…now who they hate
dike (7x), then i’m gon’ get em’
real n-gg-z ain’t jammin’ no
(dike jones, who?, dike jones, jones)

- chamillionaire lyrics

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