Artist/Band:
Ice Cube
Lyrics for Song: No Vaseline
Lyrics for Album: Death Certificate
Got damn, IÂ’m glad yÂ’all set it off.
Used to be hard, now youÂ’re just wet and soft.
First you was down with the ak,
And now I see you on a video with michelÂ’le?
LookinÂ’ like straight bozos.
I saw it cominÂ’, thatÂ’s why I went solo.
And kept on stompinÂ’,
When yÂ’all mothafuckers moved straight outta compton.
LivinÂ’ with the whites, one big house,
And not another nigga in site.
I started off with too much cargo,
Dropped four niggas now IÂ’m makinÂ’ all the dough.
White man just rulinÂ’.
The niggas with attitudes -- who ya foolinÂ’?
YaÂ’ll niggas just phony,
I put that on my mama and my dead homeys.
Yella boyÂ’s on your team, so youÂ’re losinÂ’;
Ay yo dre, stick to producinÂ’.
CallinÂ’ 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 IÂ’m a man, and ainÂ’t nobody helpinÂ’ me.
TryinÂ’ to sound like amerikkkaÂ’s most,
You could yell all day but you donÂ’t come close.
Cuz you know IÂ’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 yÂ’all disgrace the c-p-t.
Cuz youÂ’re gettinÂ’ fucked out your green by a white boy,
With no vaseline...
[refrain] (l.l. sample: "now youÂ’re gettinÂ’ done without vaseline...") 3x
(biz markie sample: "damn, it feels good to see people...on it")
The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelinÂ’,
Who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain?
YouÂ’re gettinÂ’ fucked real quick,
And eazyÂ’s dick, is smellinÂ’ like mc renÂ’s shit.
Tried to tell you a year ago,
But willie d told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so
I couldnÂ’t stop you from gettinÂ’ ganked,
Now letÂ’s play big-bank-take-little-bank.
Tried to dis ice cube, it wasnÂ’t worth it
Cuz the broomstick fit your ass so perfect.
Cut my hair and IÂ’ll cut them balls,
Cuz I heard youÂ’re, like, givinÂ’ up the drawers.
Gang-banged by your manager, fella,
GettinÂ’ money out your ass, like a mothafuckinÂ’ ready teller.
GivinÂ’ up the dollar bills,
Now they got the villain with a purse and high-heels.
So donÂ’t believe what ren say,
Cuz heÂ’s goinÂ’ out like kunte kinte,
But I got a whip for ya toby;
Used to be my homey, now you act like you donÂ’t know me.
ItÂ’s a case of divide-and-conquer,
Cuz you let a jew break up my crew.
House nigga gotta run and hide,
YellinÂ’ compton, but you moved to riverside.
So donÂ’t front, mc ren, cuz I remember when you drove a b 2-10.
Broke as a mothafuckinÂ’ joke.
Let you on the scene to back up the verse team.
It ainÂ’t my fault, one nigga got smart,
And they rippinÂ’ your asshole apart.
By takinÂ’ your green, oh yeah,
The villain does get fucked 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, IÂ’ll be hesitant.
Now I think you a snitch,
Throw a house nigga in a ditch.
Half-pint bitch, fuckinÂ’ your homeboys.
You little maggot; eazy e turned faggot.
With your manager, fella,
FuckinÂ’ mc ren, dr. dre, and yella.
But if they were smart as me,
Eazy e would be hanginÂ’ from a tree.
With no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline.
Light Â’em up, burn Â’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 thinkinÂ’ bout?
Get rid of that devil real simple, put a bullet in his temple.
Cuz you canÂ’t be the nigga 4 life crew
With a white jew tellinÂ’ you what to do.
PullinÂ’ wools with your scams, now I gotta play the silence of the lambs.
With a midget whoÂ’s a punk too,
TryinÂ’ to fuck me, but IÂ’d rather fuck you.
Eric wright, punk, always into somethinÂ’, gettinÂ’ fucked at night.
By mista shitpacker, bend over for the gotdamn cracker, no vaseline...
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