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I step in the club, and I'm up my set
Cup-cup barre, and my car candy red
I got special surroundin' my neck
No-no you nigga, Dike Jones just got wrecked

When I step in the club, you breakin' yo
You why I'm here, to take my respect
You get next, I came to plex
So call up Jones and tell him he just got wrecked

Hoe ass niggaz, I gotta remind you
(All hoe ass niggaz)
Hoe ass niggaz, I gotta remind you
(I tryed to let nigga slide man)

Hoe ass niggaz, guess I remind you
(Got for Watts and the House man)
Hoe ass niggaz, guess I gotta you
(But nah man)

Hoe ass niggaz, I gotta remind you
(Hoe ass nigga)
Hoe ass niggaz, I gotta remind you
(Niggaz gotta get dealt with man, out there bumpin' gums)

Hoe ass niggaz, guess I gotta you
(Talkin' all that nigga)
Hoe ass niggaz, guess I gotta you
(It's Koopa, ay)

I got 'em scramblin', I know he the pressure to cheat
But I can handle him, that hoe gon' respect to the chief
He the King of who?, King of what?, Street
I lay you out over some beef some sesame seeds

Meet you half-way, it's like I'm interceptin' ya
Await on my front-lawn, like I'm ya beef
I know Dike Mike, wanna turn the plex into peace
But I can't, I threw away my weapon receipt

I'm 'bout to get him, just when he thought Koopa was in
Scrap or keep it on wax, don't matter suits ya
I don't know Dre, but ay I wouldn't ya
I a beat down on ya ass like a producer

Future, nah I won't let you have next
I bet he E-mail me and try to send me Internet
Go and pop some damn X, go and pop Zanex
Do something better with ya and go and have some hand sex

You ain't bringin' Cham' plex, you on a
What type of fool is you? I'ma you for your funeral
A of niggaz hit me sayin' what they wanna do to you
Don't worry, I won't let 'em shoot at you, I through with you

I step in the club, and I'm up my set
purple barre, and my car candy red
I got special effects my neck
No-no you don't nigga, Dike Jones just got

When I step in the club, you yo neck
You why I'm here, to take my respect
You can't get next, I to plex
So call up Dike Jones and him he just got wrecked

Hoe ass niggaz, I gotta remind you
(All hoe ass niggaz)
Hoe ass niggaz, guess I gotta you
(Shoulda that nigga was fraud man)

Hoe ass niggaz, guess I remind you
(Niggaz was tellin' me that nigga was fraud)
Hoe ass niggaz, guess I remind you
(And I was defendin' nigga man)

Hoe ass niggaz, I gotta remind you
(Shoulda better man)
Hoe ass niggaz, I gotta remind you
(Should it, should seen it comin')

Hoe ass niggaz, I gotta remind you
(Fraud ass nigga)
Hoe ass niggaz, I gotta remind you
(Gotta new name nigga, Jones)

Yeah, Chamillionaire the threat to any nigga that think he doin' it
I gave you life, but I'll take it back, before your with it
I gave you chances, but now it's over you ruined it
Swisha House before you, and was your influence, kid

You was on Tidwell, tryna me your raps
Got in the game, and you switched it to slangin' some crack
I ain't a pussy trust that, it ain't no to attack
And it ain't no thang to react, the heater and go clap

Ain't no for that, you get lit up like a candle
Give you more then a sample, bet that get trampled
Make dike an example, kiddie clubs gonna ban you
They have to cancel his show on the Disney Channel

He on Magno, see people never noticed him
He talked down on his boy to me, while doin' with him
Said the streets ain't feelin' him, how could you know it
When you got your wack ass rap from Nickolodean

Who? Dike Jones, who? Jones
Wrote his name and his number on his Swisha thong
Who? Jones, who? Dike Jones
Ain't ya team but still the King of the Swisha House throne

I in the club, and I'm throwin' up my set
Cup-cup purple barre, and my car red
I got special effects my neck
No-no you nigga, Dike Jones just got wrecked

When I in the club, you breakin' yo neck
You know why I'm here, to my respect
You can't get next, I to plex
So call up Dike Jones and tell him he got wrecked