Lyric Who They Want (Mike Jones Diss)
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)
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)
