Lyrical Breakdown of No Vaseline - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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?

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 nigga in site

I started off with too much cargo

Dropped four niggas now I'm makin' all the dough

White man just rulin'

The Niggas With Attitudes, who ya 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 losin'

Ay yo 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

Tryna sound like Amerikkka'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 100 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

'Cause you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy

With no Vaseline

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 hoe be a hoe, 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 Kunte 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 nigga gotta run and hide

Yellin' Compton, but you moved to Riverside

So don't front, MC Ren, 'cause I remember when you drove a be B210

Broke as a mothafuckin' joke

Let you on the scene to back up the First Team

It ain't my fault, one nigga got smart

And they rippin' your asshole apart

By takin' your green, oh yeah

The Villain does get fucked with no 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, 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

'Til 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 thinkin' '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 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

Tryna fuck me, but I'd rather fuck you

Eric Wright, punk, always into somethin', gettin' fucked at night

By Mista Shitpacker, bend over for the goddamn cracker, no Vaseline

Motherfuckin' nosejob having ass

Motherfuckin' Jheri curl lite

Ambi wearing motherfuckin' bitch