[Verse 1]
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
Looking like straight Bozos
I saw it coming, that´s why I went solo
And kept on stomping
While y´all mothafuckers 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 fooling
Y´all niggas just phony
I put that on my Mama and my dead homies
Yella Boy´s on your team, so you´re losing
Ay yo Dre, stick to producing
Calling me Arnold, but you Benedict
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 humping me
Trying to 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 ya´ll disgrace the C-P-T
Cause you´re getting fucked out your green by a White boy
With no vaseline

[Hook]
Now you´re getting done without vaseline (3x)
Now you´re getting done without vaseline
Now you´re getting done without vaseline
Damn, it feels good to see people, on it

[Verse 2]
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 ho be a ho, so
I couldn´t stop you from getting 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 giving up the drawers
Gang-banged by your manager, fella
Getting money out your ass like a mothafucking 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 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
Yelling Compton, but you moved to Riverside
So don´t front, MC Ren, cause I remember when you drove a B-210
Broke as a mothafucking joke
Let you on the scene to back up the First 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

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
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
And I´ll 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 a´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