Ice Cube — No Vaseline Original Version

[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 mothafuckers moved straight outta Compton Living with the whites One big house and not another nigga in sight I started off with too much cargo Dropped four niggas now I'm making all the dough White man just ruling The Niggas With Attitudes? Who ya foolin'? Y'all niggas just phony I put that on my Mama and my dead homies Yella Boy's on your team, so you're losing Ay yo Dre, stick to producing Calling me Arnold, but you been-a-dick Jerry Heller 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 yеll all day, but you don't come close 'Cause you know I'm thе one that flowed Ya done run 100 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 fucked out your green By a white boy, with no vaseline [Verse 2] The bigger the cap, the bigger the peeling Who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain? You're getting fucked real quick And Eazy's dick is smelling like MC Ren's shit 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? Naw, cut them balls 'Cause I heard you like giving up the drawers Gang-banged by Jerry Heller Getting money out your ass like a mothafucking 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 ya, 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 nigga gotta run and hide Yelling Compton, but you moved to Riverside So don't front, MC Ren 'Cause I remember when you drove a B-210 Broke as a mothafucking joke Let you on the scene to back up the First Team It ain't my fault, one nigga got smart And they ripping your asshole apart By taking your green Oh yeah, The Villain does get fucked with no 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 nigga in a ditch Half-pint bitch, fucking your homeboys, you little maggot Eazy-E turned faggot With Jerry Heller Fucking MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella But if they were smart as me Eazy-E a'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 Till that Jheri curl is gone On a permanent vacation Off of Jerry Heller's plantation Heard you both got the same bank account Dumb nigga, what you thinking bout?! Get rid of that Devil real simple Put a bullet in his temple 'Cause you can't be the Nigga 4 Life crew With a white jew telling you what to do Now you must be a snitch Throw a house nigga in a ditch Half-pint bitch, fucking your homeboys, you little maggot Eazy-E turned faggot With Jerry Heller Fucking MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella But if they were smart as me Eazy-E a'be hanging from a tree