The Art Of Disrespekinazation

Sean Price:]

These niggas can't write, plus they pants tight

And they sweaters small, fuck it, I'm better ya'll

Go against the God, that's the wrong move

What you want pa? Don't say dog food

[Rock:]

Smile, it's a celebration bitches, I just bagged

Mistletoe in my back pocket, kiss my ass

All ya'll, can we do a track? No, quit hollering, I'm shooting

Niggas trash, a wack-tose and tolerant

[Sean Price:]

My gun pop niggas, one shot nigga

I run out of shells, then straight Ong Bak niggas

Fuck rap riddles, get riddles with shells, yo

I'm a beast, you a bitch like Tickle Me Elmo

[Rock:]

Word, my taste buds and your taste buds will never taste bud

Together, cause your taste buds be tasting butt

Niggas homo thugging it, clowns be red Bozo nose rubbing it

We already changed our mind, you almost was a bitch, pussy

[Chorus: Rock w/ ad-libs]

Since niggas like disrespecting the game

Me and my nigga disrespecting you lames

Niggas ain't got no respect for the game

So we ain't got no respect for you lames

[Sean Price:]

Rap ain't selling, crack ain't selling

So it's back to armed robberies, my back 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

[Rock:]

No fuck 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 be, go in your hood and get mugged

Bitch bastard, don't go to son crib, his shit bugged

Wire tapped, this chump got a mic in his pimp cup

[Sean Price:]

Got a mic and my a pimp cup, catch a right from the fist, chump

Leave a non smoker choking when lighting this bitch up

Still Bozos, get knocked the fuck out, Miguel Kodo

Verse Zab Judah, I'm worse, pass me the luger, bong!

[Rock:]

Stupid, your whole crew's snakes and your jewels fake

Give me some news break, and some tooth paste

[Chorus: Rock w/ ad-libs]

Since niggas like disrespecting the game

Me and my nigga disrespecting you lames

Niggas ain't got no respect for the game

So we ain't got no respect for you lames

[Sean Price:]

Listen, it's big drama, nah, it's little drama

Lip gloss stains on my dick from Lil' Mama

When I fucked Rihanna, ain't use no 'umbrella'

When the bitch 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, muthafucka, hah, take it and toke, P.

[Rock:]

Hell, no, son, you can keep the coke

I'm a stick to reefer, smoking hood bitches, 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, fuck chicks for sport

I didn't know that was your bitch I caught, huh

Rapper, acting like I stole Beyonce Knowles or something

No, that's just a biat'che hoe

[Chorus: Rock w/ ad-libs]

Since niggas like disrespecting the game

Me and my nigga disrespecting you lames

Niggas ain't got no respect for the game

So we ain't got no respect for you lames