No Vaseline Part 2 lyrics

by

Kurupt


[Dr. Dre sample]
Here’s what they think about you [x3]

[Snoop Dogg snippet]
Your rappers an artistes, tell 'em "shut it up"
'Cause I’ll f*ck every last one of them up, especially Kurupt
See that’s my lil homeboy so he know what’s up
He betta keep crippin and slip his clip in
'Cause these n*ggas trippin, this is official business

[Dr. Dre sample]
Here’s what they think about you

[Daz Dillinger snippet]
Kurupt
It’s yo worse day
Suge Knight
We go shoot you up on yo birthday
We go give it up in the worst way, an we gon’ shoot you n*ggas up cause it’s yo birth

[Dr. Dre sample]
Here’s what they think about you

[Daz Dillinger snippet]
Mothaf*cka, I’m a Death Row killa, Suge Knight can die
Kurupt Young Gotti it’s on when we find you
[Dr. Dre sample]
Here’s what they think about you

[Daz Dillinger snippet]
Kurupt (U ain’t sh*t)
Suge Knight you b*tch ass n*gga (U ain’t sh*t)
An all ya mothaf*ckaz around the world (U ain’t sh*t)

[Dr. Dre sample]
Here’s what they think about you

[Baz Azz snippet]
Switch what happened (Kurupt) when you talk
And you gon’ die if I hit you b*tch, so just watch it
6 banana clips, each with 50 rockets
n*ggas don’t have no hits, n*ggas got empty pockets
n*ggas can’t handle this, you b*tches just need to watch it
It’s a rap cause n*gga you can’t rap
So get a strap and pack, get a sack and wrap it
Kurupt (U ain’t sh*t)
Suge Knight you b*tch ass n*gga (U ain’t sh*t)

Die n*gga (die n*gga)

[Intro]
Oh yea, it ain’t over mothaf*ckaz
Keep it real gangstered up Kurupt Young Gotti
Hey peep dis sh*t out right
Hey busters ain’t allowed no more, busters need to beat it
Take that punk
All you rich ass fake busters out there, an all you underlings
Man suck a di*k n*gga, Soopafly suck a di*k, punk
n*gga what! You little b*tch
Please believe that, an what’s the words
You wanna see a real one n*gga
It’s cool, heads up it’s the king
(Hey n*gga why you f*ckin with me!)
[Verse 1]
God damn, I’m glad ya’ll set it off
They call you Soopafly, b*tch yo name Soopsoft
First you was done for piano, now you wanna act hard like d Sopranos
Hey lil mini b*tch, shut the f*ck up and eat a big di*k
n*ggas ain’t go slap sh*t
n*gga what’s crackin, what’s happnin
I’m still drinkin Hennessy without ya’ll
Still goin overseas without ya’ll
My woman would sack yo b*tch out punk, now f*ck yourself
Yo b*tch ass n*gga now yo stuck yourself
Yo bald head hoe, little soopabadu
I got 3 words for you, n*gga f*ck you!
I’m gangsta, and you’re not
You just a b*tch that ain’t even from the Long Beach blocks
Hide your rag, tuck it in before I f*ck you up
Eva since you came around you been lil Kurupt
Tryna rap, lettin Snoop tear yo ass on wow
Put balls on yo chin and a di*k in yo mouth
I already gave yo ass a pass
Go in a swap meet like Daz and then whoop yo ass
I’m a gangsta, an you’re not
Gettin f*cked out yo beach and rhymes an yo jeans
That’s why Snoop f*cked the Soopa in the ass wit no Vaseline
Part 2 punk
[Chorus]
This is for d G’s that f*ck all you bustas
This is for you bustas, you are fake ass G’s
I wanna knock n*ggas talk out they mouth
Daz, Soopa, b*tch ass Snoop
Baby Humpy said it an I did too
You take fat ass Daz, I take Snoopy Snoop
The b*tch f*cked ya’ll out, ima throw fire at you folks
n*gga with no Vaseline

[Verse 2]
Daz, whack ass records, whack ass Daz, goofy fat ass
Black ass bad ass, what a b*tch
Ima tell you n*ggas like this-n*gga
You wanna see Gotti, I’m just too prolific
Poetical range and n*ggas in danger
Talkin bout a switch
And now Snoop’s di*k is smellin like fat ass Daz sh*t
Act like a hoe, get treated like one
Hide on 17 don’t come out
Come to LA an Ima show you what we’re bout
You ever got stomped till you can’t breathe, n*gga
Can’t get up punk, or can’t leave n*gga (fat n*gga)
Wanna see me on the mic with a gangsta scene
n*gga n*gga eat a di*k, just like a mothaf*ckin popsicle
n*gga with no Vaseline
Number 2 b*tch

[Verse 3]
Snoop got off the row like a b*tch
Been slid out the row like a b*tch
You run from the row like a b*tch
You need to just strip and suck Don Juan di*k
Long Beach is tryna reinvent it, n*gga what’s yo gimmick
Now you huggy bear platform with gold fish in it
Hoe you need a empty clinic
You went from Death Row to doin porn to poppin cris wit p*ss in it
Saying you the lieutenant of no limit
You couldn’t G rap n*gga, even with a lisp in it
I’m a geranimal animal, dog shot example
Maker I’m Hitler, I’m Hannibal in da worst way
Shoulda known you was a b*tch from the first f*ckin day
Lookin gay with them fake ass Gucci glasses
I’m a teflon soak shirt stainer
(Welcome ladies an gentleman, Snoop’s d first gay banger)
Immaculate peripherals, Gotti’s bald Desert Eagle
Tearing out they wingspan, shred through yo regal
n*ggas with hepatitis, west nile virus
Mosquito larvae spittin that Pimp Slapp'd garbage
And ain’t even payin your artists, you see
I should f*ck you up for Chan and Tray Deee
This is what I see, 2 to the spleens
Spectacular blowout the back of you with no Vaseline
Lil bulimic b*tch, part 2 punk

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Number 2, b*tch
Yea, we gon’ smash dese suckers
Oh ya’ll wanna trip, yea aight
Yea Jiggs, let dese b*tch n*ggas know som’n like
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