No Vaseline

作曲 : Ice Cube/Anthony D. Wheaton

Damn. (Whispers)

Oh, yeah. It ain’t over, mother****ers

The mother****ers' saga continues

(some of NWA’s songs reverberated)

But now, since he stepped the **** off

(Message to B.A. and Turn Off The Radio reverberated)

**** All Y'all

[Verse 1]

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 stomping

While y'all mother****ers 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 fooling!)

Y'all mother****ers just phon

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-****

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 ****ed out your green by a White bo

With no vaseline

[Hook]

Now you're getting done without vaseline (3x)

Damn, it feels good to see people, on it

[Verse 2]

The bigger the cap, the bigger the peeling

Who gives a **** about a punk-ass villai

You're getting ****ed real quic

And Eazy's shit is smelling like MC Ren's shi

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

G*******ged by your manager, fella

Getting money out your ass like a mother****ing Ready Telle

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 b***h gotta run and hid

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 mother****ing jok

Let you on the scene to back up the First Team

It ain't my fault, one b***h got smar

And they ripping your a*****e apart

By taking your green, oh yeah

The Villain does get ****ed with no vaselin

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

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

And I'll think you a snitch

Throw a house b***h in a ditc

Half-pint b***h, ****ing your homeboy

You little maggot; Eazy E turned faggot

With your manager, fella

****ing MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yell

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 b***h, what you thinking bou

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

Cause you can't be the b***h 4 Life cre

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

Trying to **** me, but I'd rather **** yo

Eric Wright, punk always into something, getting ****ed at nigh

By Mista Shitpacker

Bend over for the goddamn cracker, no vaseline