Ice Cube – No Vaseline (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

It’s a case of divide-and-conquer,
I never have dinner with the President.
Lookin’ like straight bozos.
But if they were smart as me,
Dropped four niggas now I’m makin’ all the dough.
With a midget who’s a punk too,
Tryin’ to sound like Amerikkka’s Most,
Tryin’ to fuck me, but I’d rather fuck you.
Eazy E would be hangin’ from a tree.
’cause he’s goin’ out like Kunte Kinte,
Tried to tell you a year ago,
Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go.
Yellin’ Compton, but you moved to Riverside.
It ain’t my fault, one nigga got smart,
I never have dinner with the President.
With your manager, fella,
House nigga gotta run and hide,
’cause you know I’m the one that flown,
Y’all niggas just phony,
Eric Wright, punk, always into somethin’, gettin’ fucked at night.
By Mista Shitpacker, bend over for the gotdamn cracker, no vaseline
But I’m a man, and ain’t nobody helpin’ me.
I started off with too much cargo,
And Eazy’s dick, is smellin’ like MC Ren’s shit.
Dre, and Yella. Fuckin’ MC Ren, Dr.
I put that on my mama and my dead homeys.
White man just rulin’.
But Willie D told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so
I never have dinner with the President.
And now I see you on a video with Michelle?
The Villain does get fucked with no Vaseline.
Light ’em up, burn ’em up, flame on,
Ay yo Dre, stick to producin’.
Dumb nigga, what you thinkin’ bout?
First you was down with the AK
And when I see your ass again, I’ll be hesitant.
’cause you’re gettin’ fucked out your green by a white boy,
You could yell all day but you don’t come close.
You little maggot, Eazy E turned faggot.
With the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B, and ya’ll disgrace the see-P-T.
Who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain?
’cause you can’t be the Nigga 4 Life crew
Yella Boy’s on your team, so you’re losin’
’cause I heard you’re, like, givin’ up the drawers.
With no Vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline.
’cause you let a Jew break up my crew.
But I got a whip for ya Toby,
When y’all motherfuckers moved straight outta Compton.
Half-pint bitch, fuckin’ your homeboys.
On a permanent vacation, off the Massa plantation.
You’re gettin’ fucked real quick,
So don’t believe what Ren say,
Heard you both got the same bank account,
Givin’ up the dollar bills,
Now let’s play big-bank-take-little-bank.
Throw a house nigga in a ditch.
Livin’ with the whites one big house
Eazy E saw your ass and went in it quick.
The Niggas With Attitudes, who ya foolin’?
Gettin’ money out your ass, like a motherfuckin’ Ready Teller.
I couldn’t stop you from gettin’ ganked,
Got damn I’m glad y’all set it off.
Gang-banged by your manager, fella,
Now they got the Villain with a purse and high-heels.
And not another nigga in site.

Pullin’ wools with your scams, now I gotta play the Silence of the Lambs.
I saw it comin’ that’s why I went solo.
And they rippin’ your asshole apart.

You got jealous when I got my own company,
By takin’ your green, oh yeah,
With a white Jew tellin’ you what to do.
And kept on stompin’
Used to be my homey, now you act like you don’t know me.
So don’t front, MC Ren, ’cause I remember when you drove a be 2-10.
Get rid of that Devil real simple, put a bullet in his temple.
’cause the broomstick fit your ass so perfect.
Cut my hair and I’ll cut them balls,
The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin’,
Used to be hard now you’re just wet and soft.
Now I think you a snitch,
Callin’ me Arnold, but you Been-a-dick,
Broke as a mothafuckin’ joke.
Let you on the scene to back up the Verse Team.
With no Vaseline
Till that Jheri curl is gone.
Tried to dis Ice Cube, it wasn’t worth it