Ice Cube – No Vaseline (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

Tryin’ to sound like Amerikkka’s Most,
With a midget who’s a punk too,
With no Vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline.
Yella Boy’s on your team, so you’re losin’
It’s a case of divide-and-conquer,
You little maggot, Eazy E turned faggot.
Fuckin’ MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella.

House nigga gotta run and hide,
Throw a house nigga in a ditch.
When y’all motherfuckers moved straight outta Compton.
You got jealous when I got my own company,
White man just rulin’.
I couldn’t stop you from gettin’ ganked,
’cause you’re gettin’ fucked out your green by a white boy,
You could yell all day but you don’t come close.
Get rid of that Devil real simple, put a bullet in his temple.
It ain’t my fault, one nigga got smart,
Livin’ with the whites one big house
So don’t front, MC Ren, ’cause I remember when you drove a be 2-10.
But Willie D told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so
Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go.
The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin’,
Eric Wright, punk, always into somethin’, gettin’ fucked at night.
You’re gettin’ fucked real quick,
I started off with too much cargo,
With the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B, and ya’ll disgrace the see-P-T.
Y’all niggas just phony,
I saw it comin’ that’s why I went solo.
Heard you both got the same bank account,
Light ’em up, burn ’em up, flame on,
By Mista Shitpacker, bend over for the gotdamn cracker, no vaseline
Till that Jheri curl is gone.
But I’m a man, and ain’t nobody helpin’ me.
With your manager, fella,
And they rippin’ your asshole apart.
On a permanent vacation, off the Massa plantation.
By takin’ your green, oh yeah,
Used to be hard now you’re just wet and soft.

Givin’ up the dollar bills,
’cause I heard you’re, like, givin’ up the drawers.
Used to be my homey, now you act like you don’t know me.
Half-pint bitch, fuckin’ your homeboys.
Now let’s play big-bank-take-little-bank.
Gang-banged by your manager, fella,
With no Vaseline
With a white Jew tellin’ you what to do.
’cause you let a Jew break up my crew.
Yellin’ Compton, but you moved to Riverside.
Broke as a mothafuckin’ joke.
Tryin’ to fuck me, but I’d rather fuck you.
I never have dinner with the President.
Got damn I’m glad y’all set it off.
And now I see you on a video with Michelle?
’cause the broomstick fit your ass so perfect.
The Niggas With Attitudes, who ya foolin’?
Now they got the Villain with a purse and high-heels.
But if they were smart as me,
Ay yo Dre, stick to producin’.
I put that on my mama and my dead homeys.
’cause you can’t be the Nigga 4 Life crew
Let you on the scene to back up the Verse Team.
Cut my hair and I’ll cut them balls,
But I got a whip for ya Toby,
Tried to tell you a year ago,
Callin’ me Arnold, but you Been-a-dick,
Now I think you a snitch,
Tried to dis Ice Cube, it wasn’t worth it
Lookin’ like straight bozos.
And when I see your ass again, I’ll be hesitant.
Dumb nigga, what you thinkin’ bout?
Dropped four niggas now I’m makin’ all the dough.
And kept on stompin’
Eazy E saw your ass and went in it quick.
And not another nigga in site.
Who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain?
’cause he’s goin’ out like Kunte Kinte,
Eazy E would be hangin’ from a tree.
First you was down with the AK
The Villain does get fucked with no Vaseline.
I never have dinner with the President.
And Eazy’s dick, is smellin’ like MC Ren’s shit.
So don’t believe what Ren say,
I never have dinner with the President.
’cause you know I’m the one that flown,
Gettin’ money out your ass, like a motherfuckin’ Ready Teller.
Pullin’ wools with your scams, now I gotta play the Silence of the Lambs.