No Vaseline

Damn Forgot to do somethin', let me see uh 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 So if you're poor It was once said by a man who couldn't quit, dope Ice Cube writes the rhymes that I say But now, since he stepped the fuck off Here's what they think about you That punk Ice Cube Here's what they think about you Cube was suckin' so much New York dick Here's what they think about you Real Niggaz Them niggas Dre and Yella used to wear lipstick and lace Here's what they think about you Why y'all let his punk ass in the group Here's what they think about you When they was in London, they wasn't no good without fuckin' Ice Cube Here's what they think about you When I bought the tape, all I know is I wanted my motherfuckin' money back I smell Here's what they think about you NWA ain't shit without Ice Cube Here's what they think about you Cube was suckin' so much New York dick Here's what they think about you Real Niggas Them niggas Dre and Yella used to wear lipstick and lace Here's what they think about you That punk Ice Cube Here's what they think about you Why y'all let his punk ass in the group Here's what they think about you All I know is I wanted my motherfuckin' money back Here's what they think about you NWA ain't shit without Ice Cube Fuck all y'all Goddamn, I'm glad y'all set it off Used to be hard, now you're just wet and soft First you was down with the AK And now I see you on a video with Michel'le Looking like straight Bozos I saw it coming, that's why I went solo And kept on stompin' While y'all mothafuckers moved straight outta Compton Living with the whites One big house and not another nigga in sight I started off with too much cargo Dropped four niggas now I'm making all the dough White man just ruling The Niggas With Attitudes Who ya foolin' Y'all niggas just phony I put that on my Mama and my dead homies Yella Boy's on your team, so you're losing Ay yo Dre, stick to producing Calling me Arnold, but you bent 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 humping me Trying to sound like Amerikkka'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 100 miles, but you still got one to go With the L E N C H M O B And y'all disgrace the C P T Cause you're getting 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 peeling Who gives a fuck about a punk ass villain You're getting fucked real quick And Eazy's dick is smelling 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 getting 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 Naw, cut them balls Cause I heard you like giving up the drawers Gang banged by your manager, fella Getting money out your ass like a mothafucking Ready Teller Giving 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 going out like Kunte 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 nigga gotta run and hide Yelling Compton, but you moved to Riverside So don't front, MC Ren Cause I remember when you drove a B 210 Broke as a mothafucking joke Let you on the scene to back up the First Team It ain't my fault, one nigga got smart And they ripping your asshole apart By taking 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 And when I see your ass again, I'll be hesitant Now I think you a snitch Throw a house nigga in a ditch Half pint bitch, fucking your homeboys, you little maggot Eazy E turned faggot With your manager, fella Fucking MC Ren, Dr Dre, and Yella But if they were smart as me Eazy E a'be hanging 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 Jheri curl is gone On a permanent vacation Off the massa plantation Heard you both got the same bank account Dumb nigga, what you thinking bout Get rid of that Devil real simple Put a bullet in his temple Cause you can't be the Nigga 4 Life crew With a white jew telling you what to do Pulling 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 something Gettin' fucked at night By Mista Shitpacker Bend over for the goddamn cracker No vaseline Mothafuckin' nosejob having ass Mothafucking Jheri Curl lite Ambi wearing mothafuckin' bitch