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

person Cuslifolder_openNexusaccess_time June 19, 2017

Now let’s play big-bank-take-little-bank.
Broke as a mothafuckin’ joke.
Y’all niggas just phony,
Got damn I’m glad y’all set it off.
Livin’ with the whites one big house
And Eazy’s dick, is smellin’ like MC Ren’s shit.
I never have dinner with the President.
Let you on the scene to back up the Verse Team.
I couldn’t stop you from gettin’ ganked,
But if they were smart as me,
You could yell all day but you don’t come close.
Till that Jheri curl is gone.
Lookin’ like straight bozos.
Ay yo Dre, stick to producin’.
You’re gettin’ fucked real quick,
’cause I heard you’re, like, givin’ up the drawers.
I started off with too much cargo,

I put that on my mama and my dead homeys.
Eazy E saw your ass and went in it quick.
And now I see you on a video with Michelle?

’cause you let a Jew break up my crew.
With no Vaseline
With a white Jew tellin’ you what to do.
You got jealous when I got my own company,
With a midget who’s a punk too,
It ain’t my fault, one nigga got smart,
The Villain does get fucked with no Vaseline.
Gettin’ money out your ass, like a motherfuckin’ Ready Teller.
But I’m a man, and ain’t nobody helpin’ me.
Cut my hair and I’ll cut them balls,
Now they got the Villain with a purse and high-heels.
First you was down with the AK
On a permanent vacation, off the Massa plantation.
Pullin’ wools with your scams, now I gotta play the Silence of the Lambs.
And not another nigga in site.
Gang-banged by your manager, fella,
Callin’ me Arnold, but you Been-a-dick,
’cause you can’t be the Nigga 4 Life crew
The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin’,
Now I think you a snitch,
With the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B, and ya’ll disgrace the see-P-T.
Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go.
’cause you’re gettin’ fucked out your green by a white boy,
House nigga gotta run and hide,
Heard you both got the same bank account,
Throw a house nigga in a ditch.
So don’t front, MC Ren, ’cause I remember when you drove a be 2-10.
It’s a case of divide-and-conquer,
With no Vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline.
But I got a whip for ya Toby,
I never have dinner with the President.
Yella Boy’s on your team, so you’re losin’
Used to be hard now you’re just wet and soft.
By Mista Shitpacker, bend over for the gotdamn cracker, no vaseline
Half-pint bitch, fuckin’ your homeboys.
Tryin’ to sound like Amerikkka’s Most,
Eazy E would be hangin’ from a tree.
With your manager, fella,
I saw it comin’ that’s why I went solo.
’cause the broomstick fit your ass so perfect.
Eric Wright, punk, always into somethin’, gettin’ fucked at night.
’cause you know I’m the one that flown,
Tryin’ to fuck me, but I’d rather fuck you.
Get rid of that Devil real simple, put a bullet in his temple.
By takin’ your green, oh yeah,
Who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain?
And when I see your ass again, I’ll be hesitant.
The Niggas With Attitudes, who ya foolin’?
White man just rulin’.
Dropped four niggas now I’m makin’ all the dough.
Used to be my homey, now you act like you don’t know me.
And kept on stompin’
Givin’ up the dollar bills,
Fuckin’ MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella.
Tried to dis Ice Cube, it wasn’t worth it
Dumb nigga, what you thinkin’ bout?
I never have dinner with the President.
When y’all motherfuckers moved straight outta Compton.
Tried to tell you a year ago,
’cause he’s goin’ out like Kunte Kinte,
Light ’em up, burn ’em up, flame on,
You little maggot, Eazy E turned faggot.
And they rippin’ your asshole apart.
Yellin’ Compton, but you moved to Riverside.
So don’t believe what Ren say,
But Willie D told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so


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