Attention, we gotta thang for cotton-candy rappers
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That gotta be in the bed before 9:00
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Cover ya ears, pop ya ? baby
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[Chorus]
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Now who they want?
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Me [6x], King Koopa
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That's what I give em'
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(Hold up, Color Changin' Click)
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(Chamillitary man)
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Now who they hate
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Dike [7x], then I'm gon' get em'
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Real niggaz ain't jammin' no
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(Dike Jones, Who?, Dike Jones, Jones)
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[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
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Yeah, I end the heat like a pizza man
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you want beef I'll unpack it for ya
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Dike Jones, is a wack rapper but he isn't a bad promoter
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You don't know want problems my nigga
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my stats is way past a quarter
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Cuz I'm gettin' what Flipper says in the initial that's after Clover, G's
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Nigga please, them commercials ain't even right (why)
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Texas niggaz be pourin' purple, we been don' remixed that Sprite
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Okay Koopa stick to this Dike, you right if he wanna fight
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But this ain't no Lil' Flip beverage he won't have a Lucky Night (nah)
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He lucky if he have a life, sayin' Cham' ain't gon' get a deal
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Ain't no rhymer you's a vagina, it's time for some Vagisil
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Want problems then Crank It Up, ain't no Static or Banner here (nigga)
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I crush that lil' man career, like a Budweiser can of beer
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Bout to dig up a deep hole, so ya album can rest and sleep
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You can put all ya lyrics in it the gimmicks can rest in peace (Who?)
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I bought ya CD, you was sayin' how you the best in the streets (Uh-Uh)
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So I had to go get my quarterback like niggaz who step in them cleets
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Hut 1, Hut 2, now you in some trouble fool
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And my brother don't like you now, you got trouble in doubles dude
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And you won't get to guzzle juice, no opening for ya food
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Cuz the only way to shut you up, is a muzzle to muzzle you
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Watch the punisher punish WHO?, nah, I don't have to ask ya
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You said it, now you gon' get it, and I ain't gon' have a hassle
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You ain't the King, I should know I'm the nigga that built the castle
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I pull my back-hand and slap you, turn you 'to a dizzy rascal (WHO!)
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That ain't hip-hop, I swear that garbage gon' get stopped
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I'ma kill the tick-tock you got in your flea-market wrist-watch (Fuck that nigga)
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He said I fell off, and Koopa could never get hot
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Can't pull my dick out, cuz he got my dick in a lip-lock
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Man, I'm just sayin' though get off my genetalia
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Get off my nuts, I'm bettin' ya, no you ain't no competitor
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Mo' money and mo' money record sales, etcetera etcetera
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So I'ma delete you, and put Magno back there instead of ya (OH!)
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[Chorus]
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Now who they want?
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Me [6x], King Koopa
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That's what I give em'
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...Now who they hate
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Dike [7x], then I'm gon' get em'
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Real niggaz ain't jammin' no
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(Dike Jones, Who?, Dike Jones, Jones)
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Who They Want
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| Chamillionaire |
