No Vaseline Songtext
von Ice Cube

No Vaseline Songtext

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 N.W.A? 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 Niggas?
Them niggas Dre and Yella used to wear lipstick and lace
(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
N.W.A. 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

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
Here's what they think about you
N.W.A. 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
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'
While y'all motherfuckers moved straight outta Compton

Livin' 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 makin' all the dough
White man just rulin'
The "Niggaz Wit' Attitudez"? Who ya foolin'?
Y'all niggaz 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 Benedict
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 humpin' me
Tryin' 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 to C-P-T!
'Cause you're gettin' fucked out your green
By a white boy, with no Vaseline...

Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Now you're gettin' 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 hoe be a hoe, 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? Naw, cut them balls
'Cause I heard you're, like, givin' up the drawers
Gang-banged by your manager, fella
Gettin' money outcho 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 nigga, 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 nigga 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
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, 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...
'Til 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
'Cause you can't be the "Niggaz4Life" 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 something
Gettin' fucked at night
By Mista Shitpacker
Bend over for the goddamn cracker, no vaseline

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