The Art of Disrespekinazation lyrics

[Intro: Sean Price]
P! (Ha-ha)
Haha
Yo, listen

[Verse 1: Sean Price & Rock]
These n*ggas can't write (Write)
Plus they pants tight (Tight)
And they sweaters small, f*ck it, I'm better ya'll
Go against the God, that's the wrong move
What you want pa? Dope or dog food?
Smile, it's a celebration b*tches, I just got back
Mistletoe in my back pocket, kiss my ass
All ya'll, can we do a track? No, quit hollering, I'm sh*tting
n*ggas trash, I'm wack-tose intolerant
My gun pop n*ggas, one shot n*gga
I run out of shells, then straight Ong Bak n*ggas
f*ck rap riddles, get riddles with shells, yo
I'm a beast, you a b*tch like Tickle Me Elmo
Word, my taste buds and your taste buds will never taste bud
Together, cuz your taste buds be tasting butt
n*ggas homo thugging it, clowns be red Bozo nose rubbing it
We already changed our mind, you almost was a b*tch, pus*y

[Interlude: Sean Price]
RuPaul ass n*gga
This n*gga got on f*cking man ban
[Hook: Rock (Sean Price)]
Since n*ggas like disrespecting the game
Me and my n*gga disrespecting you lames
(f*ck outta here, man, looking like Leroy from Fame and sh*t
K'nah mean, your sweatpants, they got little pockets, you b*tch ass n*gga)
n*ggas ain't got no respect for the game
So we ain't got no respect for you lames

[Verse 2: Sean Price & Rock]
Rap ain't selling, crack ain't selling
So it's back to armed robberies, my bat sting melons
Take it back to Decep', back out the hammer, fam
I ain't talking Hammer blam fam, I'm talking hammer, damn, call an ambulance
No f*ck that, I'm letting the cannon blam
Have that man smoking like it's Amsterdam
Dammit, man, I go in your hood and get love
Huh, you, you go in your hood and get mugged
b*tch bast*rd, don't go to son crib, his sh*t bugged
Wire tapped, this chump got a mic in his pimp cup
Got a mic and a pimp cup, catch a right from the fist, chump
Leave a non smoker choking when lighting this b*tch up
Still Bozos, get knocked the f*ck out, Miguel Cotto
Verse Zab Judah, I'm worse, pass me the luger, bong!
Stupid, your whole crew's snakes and your jewels fake
Give me some news break, and some tooth paste
[Interlude: Sean Price]
f*ck outta here, man, this n*gga got Gucci Mane furs, man
Like, [?] ass n*gga
f*ck outta here, duke

[Hook: Rock (Sean Price)]
Since n*ggas like disrespecting the game
Me and my n*gga disrespecting you lames
(f*ck is an umbilical cord, man, everything you do is bummed out, man
From the bootleg shoes to that nasty ass Ed Hardy sweater you got)
n*ggas ain't got no respect for the game
So we ain't got no respect for you lames

[Verse 3: Sean Price & Rock]
Listen, it's big drama, nah, it's little drama
Lip gloss stains on my di*k from Lil' Mama
When I f*cked Rihanna, ain't use no 'umbrella'
When the b*tch have twins we naming 'em both Ella, Ella
Aye, I'm just joking, maybe I'm not
I'm just smoking, maybe it's pot
Maybe it's coke, maybe it's both
Only way to tell, muthaf*cka, hah, take it and toke, P
Hell, no, son, you can keep the coke
I'mma stick to reefer, smoking hood b*tches, Keyshia Cole
That's the way it is, I'm a 'slim thug', 'slim' and 'shady'
But I'm not from Houston, not that white boy from Dre team
But I worldwide circus, f*ck chicks for sport
I didn't know that was your b*tch I caught, huh
Rapper, acting like I stole Beyoncé Knowles or something
No, that's just a biatch ho
[Interlude: Sean Price]
Chump, look at him
That's your girl?
Pfftttt (Haaaa, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

[Hook: Rock (Sean Price)]
Since n*ggas like disrespecting the game
Me and my n*gga disrespecting you lames
(Say something, my n*gga
K'naw mean... yeah)
n*ggas ain't got no respect for the game (You love her)
So we ain't got no respect for you lames