Chamillionaire - You Got Wrecked lyrics

I step in the club, and I'm throwin' up my set Cup-cup purple barre, and my car candy red I got special effects surroundin' my neck No-no you don't n***a, Dike Jones just got wrecked When I step in the club, you breakin' yo neck You know why I'm here, to take my respect You can't get next, I came to plex So call up Dike Jones and tell him he just got wrecked Hoe a** n***az, guess I gotta remind you (All them hoe a** n***az) Hoe a** n***az, guess I gotta remind you (I tryed to let that n***a slide man) Hoe a** n***az, guess I gotta remind you (Got respect for Watts and the House man) Hoe a** n***az, guess I gotta remind you (But nah man) Hoe a** n***az, guess I gotta remind you (Hoe a** n***a) Hoe a** n***az, guess I gotta remind you (n***az gotta get dealt with man, out there bumpin' they gums) Hoe a** n***az, guess I gotta remind you (Talkin' all that noise n***a) Hoe a** n***az, guess I gotta remind you (It's King Koopa, ay) I got 'em scramblin', I know he feel the pressure to cheat But I can handle him, that hoe gon' show respect to the chief He the King of who?, King of what?, Sesame Street I lay you out over some beef like some sesame seeds Meet you half-way, it's like I'm interceptin' ya beef Await on my front-lawn, like I'm expectin' ya beef I know that Dike Mike, wanna turn the plex into peace But I can't, why? I threw away my weapon receipt I'm 'bout to get him, just when he thought Koopa was in neutral Scrap or keep it on wax, don't matter whatever suits ya I don't know Dre, but ay I wouldn't introduce ya I drop a beat down on ya a** like a producer Future, nah 'cuz I won't let you have next I bet he E-mail me and try to send me Internet threats Go and pop some damn X, go and pop some Zanex Do something better with ya life and go and have some hand s** You ain't bringin' Cham' plex, you on a pharmaceutical What type of fool is you? I'ma suit you for your funeral A bunch of n***az hit me sayin' what they wanna do to you Don't worry, I won't let 'em shoot at you, until I through with you I step in the club, and I'm throwin' up my set Cup-cup purple barre, and my car candy red I got special effects surroundin' my neck No-no you don't n***a, Dike Jones just got wrecked When I step in the club, you breakin' yo neck You know why I'm here, to take my respect You can't get next, I came to plex So call up Dike Jones and tell him he just got wrecked Hoe a** n***az, guess I gotta remind you (All them hoe a** n***az) Hoe a** n***az, guess I gotta remind you (Shoulda known that n***a was fraud man) Hoe a** n***az, guess I gotta remind you (n***az was tellin' me that that n***a was fraud) Hoe a** n***az, guess I gotta remind you (And I was defendin' that n***a man) Hoe a** n***az, guess I gotta remind you (Shoulda known better man) Hoe a** n***az, guess I gotta remind you (Should seen it, should seen it comin') Hoe a** n***az, guess I gotta remind you (Fraud a** n***a) Hoe a** n***az, guess I gotta remind you (Gotta new name n***a, Dike Jones) Yeah, Chamillionaire the biggest threat to any n***a that think he doin' it I gave you life, but I'll take it back, before your through with it I gave you plenty chances, but now it's over you ruined it Swisha House before you, and Koopa was your influence, kid You was on Tidwell, tryna slang me your raps Got in the game, and then you switched it to slangin' some crack I ain't a p**y trust that, it ain't no thang to attack And it ain't no thang to react, the heater sang and go clap Ain't no explainin' for that, you get lit up like a candle Give you more then a sample, bet that n***a get trampled Make that dike an example, kiddie clubs gonna ban you They gon' have to cancel his show on the Disney Channel He hated on Magno, see people never noticed him He talked down on his boy to me, while doin' shows with him Said the streets ain't feelin' him, how could you even know it When you got your wack a** rap style from Nickolodean Who? Dike Jones, who? Dike Jones Wrote his name and his number on his Swisha House thong Who? Dike Jones, who? Dike Jones Ain't with ya team but still the King of the Swisha House throne I step in the club, and I'm throwin' up my set Cup-cup purple barre, and my car candy red I got special effects surroundin' my neck No-no you don't n***a, Dike Jones just got wrecked When I step in the club, you breakin' yo neck You know why I'm here, to take my respect You can't get next, I came to plex So call up Dike Jones and tell him he just got wrecked