Songtekst:
Got damn, 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 mothafuckers 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’?
Ya’ll niggas just phony,
I put that on my mama and my dead homeys
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
Tryin’ to sound like amerikkka’s most,
You could yell all day but you don’t come close
Cuz 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 y’all disgrace the c-p-t
Cuz you’re gettin’ fucked out your green by a white boy,
With no vaseline
[refrain] (ll sample: "now you’re gettin’ done without vaseline") 3x
(biz markie sample: "damn, it feels good to see peopleon 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 hoe be a hoe, so
I couldn’t stop you from gettin’ ganked,
Now let’s play big-bank-take-little-bank
Tried to dis ice cube, it wasn’t worth it
Cuz the broomstick fit your ass so perfect
Cut my hair and I’ll cut them balls,
Cuz I heard you’re, like, givin’ up the drawers
Gang-banged by your manager, fella,
Gettin’ money out your ass, like a mothafuckin’ 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,
Cuz he’s goin’ 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,
Cuz 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, cuz I remember when you drove a b 2-10
Broke as a mothafuckin’ joke
Let you on the scene to back up the verse 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
[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, 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 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
Cuz 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,
Tryin’ to 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 gotdamn cracker, no vaseline
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 mothafuckers 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’?
Ya’ll niggas just phony,
I put that on my mama and my dead homeys
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
Tryin’ to sound like amerikkka’s most,
You could yell all day but you don’t come close
Cuz 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 y’all disgrace the c-p-t
Cuz you’re gettin’ fucked out your green by a white boy,
With no vaseline
[refrain] (ll sample: "now you’re gettin’ done without vaseline") 3x
(biz markie sample: "damn, it feels good to see peopleon 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 hoe be a hoe, so
I couldn’t stop you from gettin’ ganked,
Now let’s play big-bank-take-little-bank
Tried to dis ice cube, it wasn’t worth it
Cuz the broomstick fit your ass so perfect
Cut my hair and I’ll cut them balls,
Cuz I heard you’re, like, givin’ up the drawers
Gang-banged by your manager, fella,
Gettin’ money out your ass, like a mothafuckin’ 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,
Cuz he’s goin’ 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,
Cuz 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, cuz I remember when you drove a b 2-10
Broke as a mothafuckin’ joke
Let you on the scene to back up the verse 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
[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, 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 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
Cuz 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,
Tryin’ to 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 gotdamn cracker, no vaseline
