Got damn, I`m glad ya`ll 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?
Lookin` like straight bozos.
I saw it comin`, that`s why I went solo.
And kept on stompin`,
when ya`ll mothafuckers moved straight outta Compton.
Livin` with the whites, one big house,
and not another nigga in site.
I started off with too much cargo,
dropped four niggas now I`m makin` all the dough.
White man just rulin`.
The Niggas With Attitudes -- who ya foolin`?
Ya`ll niggas just phony,
I put that on my mama and my dead homeys.
Yella Boy`s on your team, so you`re losin`;
Ay yo Dre, stick to producin`.
Callin` 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 I`m a man, and ain`t nobody helpin` me.
Tryin` to sound like Amerikkka`s Most,
you could yell all day but you don`t come close.
Cuz you know I`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 ya`ll disgrace the C-P-T.
Cuz you`re gettin` fucked out your green by a white boy,
with no vaseline...
[Refrain] (L.L. sample: Now you`re gettin` done without vaseline...) 3x
(Biz Markie sample: 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 dis Ice Cube, it wasn`t worth it
cuz the broomstick fit your ass so perfect.
Cut my hair and I`ll cut them balls,
cuz I heard you`re, like, givin` up the drawers.
Gang-banged by your manager, fella,
gettin` money out your ass, like a mothafuckin` 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,
cuz he`s goin` out like Kunte Kinte,
but I got a whip for ya Toby;
used to be my homey, now you act like you don`t know me.
It`s a case of divide-and-conquer,
cuz 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, cuz I remember when you drove a B 2-10.
Broke as a mothafuckin` joke.
Let you on the scene to back up the Verse 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.
[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, 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...
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 thinkin` bout?
Get rid of that Devil real simple, put a bullet in his temple.
Cuz you can`t be the Nigga 4 Life 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 somethin`, gettin` fucked at night.
By Mista Shitpacker, bend over for the gotdamn cracker, no vaseline...
