Karaoké No Vaseline Ice Cube

Damn

Forgot to do somethin' let me see

Uh, oh, yeah

It ain't over, motherfuckers

The motherfuckin' saga continues

Y'all motherfuckers ready for N.W.A?

Well, get the fuck up

A bitch is a bitch 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 fuck 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 dick

Here's what they think about you

Here's what they think about you

Here's what they think about you

Here's what they think about you

I smell

Here's what they think about you

Here's what they think about you

Here's what they think about you

Here's what they think about you

Here's what they think about you

Here's what they think about you

Here's what they think a-

Here's what they think about

Here's what, here's what they what they think about you

Here's what they think about

Here's what they think about

Fuck all y'all

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 motherfuckers 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 you 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

Ayo, Dre, stick to producing

Calling 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 humping me

Trying to sound like

Amerikkka's Most

You could yell all day but you don't come close

'Cos 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

'Cos you're getting fucked out your green by a white boy with no Vaseline

Now you're getting done without Vaseline

Now you're getting done without Vaseline

You are tight yeah, uh

Now you're getting done without Vaseline

Damn, it feels good to see people, on it

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 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

'Cos the broomstick fit your ass so perfect

Cut my hair? Nah, cut them balls

'Cos I heard you like giving up the drawers

Gang-banged by your manager, fella

Getting money out your ass like a motherfucking 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

'Cos 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

'Cos 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

'Cos I remember when you drove a B two ten

Broke as a motherfucking 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

Now you're getting done

Ge-getting done

Now you're getting done

Ge-getting done

Now you're getting done without

Vas-Vas-Vase-Vase Vaseline

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 your manager, fella

Fucking MC Ren

Doctor 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

'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 thinking 'bout?

Get rid of that devil real simple

Put a bullet in his temple

'Cos you can't be the

Nigga for 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 fuck me but I'd rather fuck you

Eric Wright

Punk, always into something gettin' fucked at night by Mister Shitpacker

Bend over for the goddamn cracker

No Vaseline

Motherfuckin' nosejob havin'ass

Motherfuckin' Jheri Curl light

Ambi wearing motherfuckin' bitch