No Vaseline

Damn

Oh yeah, it ain't over motherfuckers

The motherfuckin' saga continues

Y'all motherfuckers ready for NWA, well get the fuck up

A bitch is a bitch

It was once said by a man who couldn't quit

Ice Cube writes rhymes, gotta say

But now since he stepped the fuck off

Here's what they think about you

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Fuck all y'all

God damn, I'm glad y'all set it off

Used to be hard, now you're just wet and soft

Heard you was down with the AK

And now I see you on a video with Michel'le?

Lookin' like straight bozos

I saw it comin', that's why I went solo

And kept on stompin'

When y'all motherfuckers moved straight outta Compton

Livin' with the whites, one big house

And not another **** in site

I started off with too much cargo

Dropped four ****, now I'm makin' all the dough

White man just rulin'

The **** With Attitudes, who ya foolin'?

Y'all **** just phony

I put that on my mama and my dead homies

Yella Boy's on your team, so you're losin'

Ayo Dre, stick to producin'

Callin' me Arnold, but you been-a-dick

Eazy E saw your ass, and went in it quick

You got jealous when I got my own company

But I'm a man, and ain't nobody helpin' me

Tryin' to sound like Amerikka's Most

You could yell all day, but you don't come close

'Cause you know I'm the one that flowed

Ya done run a hundred miles, but you still got one to go

With the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B, and ya'll disgrace the C-P-T

'Cause you're gettin' fucked out your green, by a white boy with no Vaseline

(Now you're getting done without Vaseline)

(Now you're getting done without Vaseline)

(Now you're getting done without Vaseline)

(Damn, it feels good to see people, on it)

The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'

Who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain?

You're gettin' fucked real quick

And Eazy's dick, is smellin' like MC Ren's shit

Tried to tell you a year ago

But Willie D told me to let a ho be a ho, so

I couldn't stop you from gettin' ganked

Now, let's play big-bank-take-little-bank

Tried to diss Ice Cube, it wasn't worth it

'Cause the broomstick fit your ass so perfect

Cut my hair and I'll cut them balls

'Cause I heard you like givin' up the drawers

Gang-banged by your manager, fella

Gettin' money out your ass, like a motherfuckin' Ready Teller

Givin' up the dollar bills

Now they got the villain with a purse and high-heels

So, don't believe what Ren say

'Cause he's goin' out like Kunta Kinte

But I got a whip for ya, Toby

Used to be my homie, now you act like you don't know me

It's a case of divide and conquer

'Cause you let a Jew break up my crew

House **** gotta run and hide

Yellin' Compton, but you moved to Riverside

So don't front, MC Ren

'Cause I remember when you drove a B-210

Broke as a motherfuckin' joke

Let you on the scene to back up the First Team

It ain't my fault, one **** got smart

And they rippin' your asshole apart

By takin' your green, oh yeah

The villain does get fucked with no Vaseline

(Now you're getting done, get-getting done)

(Now you're getting done, get-getting done)

(Now you're getting done without Va-va-va-va-vaseline)

I never have dinner with the president

I never have dinner with the president

I never have dinner with the president (Punk)

And when I see your ass again, I'll be hesitant

Now I think you a snitch

Throw a house **** in a ditch

Half-pint bitch, fuckin' your homeboys

You little maggot, Eazy E turned faggot

With your manager, fella

Fuckin' MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella

But if they were smart as me

Eazy E would be hangin' from a tree

With no Vaseline

Just a match and a little bit of gasoline

Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on

Till that jerry curl is gone

On a permanent vacation, off the master plantation

Heard you both got the same bank account

Dumb ****, what you thinkin' 'bout?

Get rid of that devil real simple, put a bullet in his temple

'Cause you can't be the **** 4 Life crew

With a white jew tellin' you what to do

Pullin' wools with your scams

Now I gotta play the Silence of the Lambs

With a midget who's a punk, too

Tryin' to fuck me, but I'd rather fuck you

Eric Wright, punk, always into somethin', gettin' fucked at night

By Mister Shitpacker

Bend over for the god damn cracker

No vaseline

Motherfucking, nose job having ass, motherfuckin' jerry curl like

Ambi wearin' motherfuckin', bitch