Who They Want (Mike Jones Diss) — текст песни (Chamillionaire)


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 niggaz 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 nigga
my stats is way past a quota
Cuz I`m gettin` what Flippa says in the initial that`s after Clova, G`s
Nigga please, them commercials ain`t even right (why)
Texas niggaz 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 vagina, it`s time for some Vagisil
Want problems then Crank It Up, ain`t no Static or Banner here (nigga)
I crush that lil` man career, like a Budweiser can of beer
Bout to dig up a deep hole, so ya album 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 niggaz 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 hassle
You ain`t the King, I should know I`m the nigga 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 (Fuck that
nigga)
He said I fell off, and Koopa could never get hot
Can`t pull my dick out, cuz he got my dick 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 competitor
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 niggaz ain`t jammin` no
(Dike Jones, Who?, Dike Jones, Jones)



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