No Vaseline

(album: Death Certificate - 1991)

God 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?
Looking like straight bozos.
I saw it coming, that's why I went solo.
And kept on stomping,
When ya'll 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 ya foolin'?
Ya'll niggas just phony,
I put that on my mama and my dead homies.
Yella Boy's on your team, so you're losin';
Ay yo 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 helping me.
Trying to sound like America's Most,
You could yell all day but you don't come close.
'Cause 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.
'Cause you're getting fucked out your green by a white boy,
With no Vaseline...

[Refrain]
[L.L. sample:] "Now you're getting done without Vaseline..." [3x]
[Biz Markie sample:] "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's dick, is smelling 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 getting ganked,
Now let's play big-bank-take-little-bank.
Tried to dis Ice Cube, it wasn't worth it
'Cause the broomstick fit your ass so perfect.
Cut my hair and I'll cut them balls,
'Cause I heard you're, 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,
'Cause he's going 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,
'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 2-10.
Broke as a motherfucking joke.
Let you on the scene to back up the Verse 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.

[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, fucking your homeboys.
You little maggot; Eazy E turned faggot.
With your manager, fella,
Fucking MC Ren, Dr. 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.
'Cause you can't be the Nigga 4 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,
Trying to fuck me, but I'd rather fuck you.
Eric Wright, punk, always into something, getting fucked at night.
By Mista Shitpacker, bend over for the goddamn cracker, no Vaseline...