No Vaseline Lyrics

Got damn, I'm glad ya'll 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?
Lookin' like straight bozos.
I saw it comin', that's why I went solo.
And kept on stompin',
when ya'll mothaf*ckers moved straight
outta Compton.
Livin' with the whites, one big house,
and not another nigga in site.
I started off with too much cargo,
dropped four niggas now I'm makin' all the
dough.
White man just rulin'.
The Niggas With Attitudes -- who ya
foolin'?
Ya'll niggas just phony,
I put that on my mama and my dead homeys.
Yella Boy's on your team, so you're losin';
Ay yo 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 Amerikkka's Most,
you could yell all day but you don't come
close.
Cuz you know I'm the one that flown,
ya done run 100 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.
Cuz you're gettin' f*cked out your green by
a white boy,
with no vaseline...

[Refrain]
[L.L. sample:] "Now you're gettin' done
without vaseline..." [3x]
[Biz Markie sample:] "Damn, it feels good
to see people...on it"

The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin',
who gives a f*ck about a punk-ass villain?
You're gettin' f*cked 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 hoe be a hoe,
so
I couldn't stop you from gettin' ganked,
now let's play big-bank-take-little-bank.
Tried to dis Ice Cube, it wasn't worth it
cuz the broomstick fit your ass so perfect.
Cut my hair and I'll cut them balls,
cuz I heard you're, like, givin' up the
drawers.
Gang-banged by your manager, fella,
gettin' money out your ass, like a mothaf*ckin' 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,
cuz he's goin' out like Kunte Kinte,
but I got a whip for ya Toby;
used to be my homey, now you act like you
don't know me.
It's a case of divide-and-conquer,
cuz you let a Jew break up my crew.
House nigga gotta run and hide,
yellin' Compton, but you moved to
Riverside.
So don't front, MC Ren, cuz I remember when
you drove a B 2-10.
Broke as a mothaf*ckin' joke.
Let you on the scene to back up the Verse
Team.
It ain't my fault, one nigga got smart,
and they rippin' your asshole apart.
By takin' your green, oh yeah,
the Villain does get f*cked with no
vaseline.

[Refrain scratched]

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, f*ckin' your homeboys.
You little maggot; Eazy E turned faggot.
With your manager, fella,
f*ckin' 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 Jheri curl is gone.
On a permanent vacation, off the Massa
plantation.
Heard you both got the same bank account,
dumb nigga, what you thinkin' bout?
Get rid of that Devil real simple, put a
bullet in his temple.
Cuz you can't be the Nigga 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 f*ck me, but I'd rather f*ck your
mama.
Eric Wright, punk, always into somethin',
gettin' f*cked at night.
By Mista Shitpacker, bend over for the
gotdamn cracker, no vaseline...

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