Chamillionaire

Who They Want

Chamillionaire


Attention, we gotta thang for cotton-candy rappers 
That gotta be in the bed before 9:00 
Cover ya ears, pop ya ? baby 

[Chorus] 
Now who they want? 
Me (6x), King Koopa 
That's what I give em' 
(Hold up, 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 end the heat like a pizza man 
you want beef I'll unpack it for ya 
Dike 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 quarter 
Cuz I'm gettin' what Flipper says in the initial that's after Clover, G's 
Nigga please, them commercials ain't even right (why) 
Texas niggaz be pourin' purple, we been don' 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' money 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)