No Vaseline lyrics

by

Del the Funky Homosapien


[Produced by Sir Jinx]

[Intro]
Damn
Forgot to do somethin', let me see, uh
Oh, yeah— it ain't over, motherf*ckers
The motherf*ckin' saga continues
Y'all motherf*ckers ready for N.W.A? Well, get the f*ck up
A b*tch is a b*tch, 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 f*ck 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 di*k
Here's what they think about you
Real n*ggas? Them n*ggas Dre and Yella used to wear lipstick and lace
Here's what they think about you
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 f*ckin' Ice Cube
Here's what they think about you
When I bought the tape, all I know is I wanted my motherf*ckin' money back
Here's what they think about you
I smell—
Here's what they think about you
N.W.A. ain't sh*t without Ice Cube
Here's what they think about you
Here's what they think about you
Cube was suckin' so much New York di*k
Here's what they think about you
Real n*ggas? Them n*ggas Dre and Yella used to wear lipstick and lace
Here's what they think about you
That punk Ice Cube—
Here's what they think about you
Why y'all let his punk ass in the group
Here's what they think about you
I smell—
When I bought the tape, all I know is I wanted my motherf*ckin' money back
Here's what they think about you
N.W.A. ain't sh*t without Ice Cube
f*ck 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 stompin'
While y'all motherf*ckers moved straight outta Compton
Living with the whites
One big house and not another n*gga in sight
I started off with too much cargo
Dropped four n*ggas, now I'm making all the dough
White man just ruling
The n*ggas With Attitudes? Who you foolin'?
Y'all n*ggas just phony
I put that on my mama and my dead homies
Yella Boy's on your team, so you're losing
Ayy, yo, Dre, stick to producing
Calling me Arnold, but you been a di*k
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 flow
You done run a hundred 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 f*cked out your green
By a white boy, with no Vaseline
[Chorus]
Now you're getting done without Vaseline
Now you're getting done without Vaseline
Now you're getting done without Vaseline
Damn, it feels good to see people, on it

[Verse 2]
The bigger the cap, the bigger the peeling
Who gives a f*ck about a punk-ass villain?
You're getting f*cked real quick
And Eazy di*k is smelling like MC Ren's sh*t
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? Nah, cut them balls
'Cause I heard you like giving up the drawers
Gang-banged by your manager, fella
Getting money out your ass like a motherf*cking ready teller
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 Kunta Kinte
But I got a whip for you, 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 n*gga gotta run and hide
Yelling Compton, but you moved to Riverside
So don't front, MC Ren
'Cause I remember when you drove a B210
Broke as a motherf*cking joke
Let you on the scene to back up the first team
It ain't my fault, one n*gga got smart
And they ripping your as*h*le apart
By taking your green
Oh, yeah, The Villain does get f*cked with no Vaseline
[Chorus]
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

[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
Now I think you a snitch
Throw a house n*gga in a ditch
Half pint b*tch, f*cking your homeboys, you little maggot
Eazy-E turned faggot
With your manager, fella
f*cking MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella
But if they were smart as me
Eazy-E would 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
'Til that Jheri curl is gone
On a permanent vacation
Off the massa plantation
Heard you both got the same bank account
Dumb n*gga, what you thinking 'bout?
Get rid of that devil real simple
Put a bullet in his temple
'Cause you can't be the n*gga 4 Life crew
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
Tryin' to f*ck me, but I'd rather f*ck you
Eric Wright
Punk, always into something, gettin' f*cked at night
By Mister sh*tpacker
Bend over for the goddamn cracker
No Vaseline

[Outro]
Motherf*ckin' nosejob havin'-ass
Motherf*ckin' Jheri Curl light, Ambi wearing motherf*ckin' b*tch
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