Ice Cube – No Vaseline Lyrics

Ice Cube No Vaseline Lyrics

Damn
Oh yeah, it ain’t over motherfuckers
The motherfuckin’ saga continues
Y’all motherfuckers ready for NWA, well get the fuck up
A bitch is a bitch
It was once said by a man who couldn’t quit
Ice Cube writes rhymes, gotta say

But now since he stepped the fuck off

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 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 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 about you (Here’s what they think about you)

Fuck all y’all

God damn, I’m glad y’all set it off
Used to be hard, now you’re just wet and soft
Heard you was down with the AK
And now I see you on a video with Michel’le?
Lookin’ like straight bozos
I saw it comin’, that’s why I went solo
And kept on stompin’
When y’all motherfuckers moved straight outta Compton

Livin’ with the whites, one big house
And not another n**** in site
I started off with too much cargo
Dropped four n*****, now I’m makin’ all the dough
White man just rulin’
The N***** With Attitudes, who ya foolin’?
Y’all n***** just phony
I put that on my mama and my dead homies
Yella Boy’s on your team, so you’re losin’
Ayo Dre, stick to producin’
Callin’ 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 helpin’ me
Tryin’ to sound like Amerikka’s Most
You could yell all day, but you don’t come close
‘Cause you know I’m the one that flowed
Ya done run a hundred 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 gettin’ 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)
(Now you’re getting done without Vaseline)
(Damn, it feels good to see people, on it)

The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin’
Who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain?
You’re gettin’ fucked real quick
And Eazy’s dick, is smellin’ 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 gettin’ 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 and I’ll cut them balls
‘Cause I heard you like givin’ up the drawers
Gang-banged by your manager, fella
Gettin’ money out your ass, like a motherfuckin’ Ready Teller
Givin’ 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 goin’ 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 n**** gotta run and hide
Yellin’ Compton, but you moved to Riverside

So don’t front, MC Ren
‘Cause I remember when you drove a B-210
Broke as a motherfuckin’ joke
Let you on the scene to back up the First Team
It ain’t my fault, one n**** got smart
And they rippin’ your asshole apart
By takin’ your green, oh yeah
The villain does get fucked with no Vaseline

(Now you’re getting done, get-getting done)
(Now you’re getting done, get-getting done)
(Now you’re getting done without Va-va-va-va-vaseline)

I never have dinner with the president
I never have dinner with the president
I never have dinner with the president (Punk)
And when I see your ass again, I’ll be hesitant
Now I think you a snitch
Throw a house n**** in a ditch
Half-pint bitch, fuckin’ your homeboys
You little maggot, Eazy E turned faggot
With your manager, fella
Fuckin’ MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella
But if they were smart as me
Eazy E would be hangin’ 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 jerry curl is gone

On a permanent vacation, off the master plantation
Heard you both got the same bank account
Dumb n****, what you thinkin’ ’bout?
Get rid of that devil real simple, put a bullet in his temple
‘Cause you can’t be the N**** 4 Life crew
With a white jew tellin’ you what to do
Pullin’ 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 somethin’, gettin’ fucked at night
By Mister Shitpacker
Bend over for the god damn cracker
No vaseline
Motherfucking, nose job having ass, motherfuckin’ jerry curl like
Ambi wearin’ motherfuckin’, bitch