Sean Price - The Art of Disrespekinazation lyrics

[Sean Price] These n***as can't write, plus they pants tight And they sweaters small, f** it, I'm better ya'll Go against the God, that's the wrong move What you want pa? Dope or dog food? [Rock] Smile, it's a celebration b**hes, I just came back Mistletoe in my back pocket, kiss my a** All ya'll, can we do a track? No, quit hollering, I'm sh**ting n***as trash, I'm wack-tose intolerant [Sean Price] My gun pop n***as, one shot n***a I run out of shells, then straight Ong Bak n***as f** rap riddles, get riddles with shells, yo I'm a beast, you a b**h like Tickle Me Elmo [Rock] Word, my taste buds and your taste buds will never taste bud Together, cuz your taste buds be tasting bu*t n***as h*mo thugging it, clowns be red Bozo nose rubbing it We already changed our mind, you almost was a b**h, p**y [Hook: Rock w/ ad-libs] Since n***as like disrespecting the game Me and my n***a disrespecting you lames n***as 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 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 [Rock] No f** 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 b**h ba*tard, don't go to son crib, his sh** bugged Wire tapped, this chump got a mic in his pimp cup [Sean Price] Got a mic and a pimp cup, catch a right from the fist, chump Leave a non smoker choking when lighting this b**h up Still Bozos, get knocked the f** out, Miguel Cotto Verse Zab Judah, I'm worse, pa** me the luger, bong! [Rock] Stupid, your whole crew's snakes and your j**els fake Give me some news break, and some tooth paste [Hook] [Sean Price] Listen, it's big drama, nah, it's little drama Lip gloss stains on my dick from Lil' Mama When I f**ed Rihanna, ain't use no 'umbrella' When the b**h 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**a, hah, take it and toke, P [Rock] Hell, no, son, you can keep the coke I'mma stick to reefer, smoking hood b**hes, 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** chicks for sport I didn't know that was your b**h I caught, huh Rapper, acting like I stole Beyonce Knowles or something No, that's just a biat'che ho [Hook]