Damn!
Forgot to do somethin', let me see...uh
Oh, yeah—it ain’t over, motherfuckers
The motherfuckin' saga continues
Y'all motherfuckers ready for N.W.A? Well get the fuck up!
A bitch is a bitch. So if you're poor—
It was once said by a man who couldn’t quit, dope—
Ice Cube writes the rhymes that I say
But now, since he stepped the fuck off
Here's what they think about you
That punk Ice Cube—
Here's what they think about you
Cube was suckin' so much New York dick
Here's what they think about you
Real Niggaz? Them niggas Dre and Yella used to wear lipstick and lace
Here's what they think about you
Why y'all let his punk ass in the group
Here's what they think about you
When they was in London, they wasn't no good without fuckin' Ice Cube
Here's what they think about you
When I bought the tape, all I know is I wanted my motherfuckin' money back
I smell...
Here's what they think about you
N.W.A. ain't shit without Ice Cube!
Here's what they think about you
Cube was suckin' so much New York dick
Here's what they think about you
Real Niggas? Them niggas Dre and Yella used to wear lipstick and lace
Here's what they think about you
That punk Ice Cube—
Here's what they think about you
Why y'all let his punk ass in the group
Here's what they think about you
All I know is I wanted my motherfuckin' money back
Here's what they think about you
N.W.A. ain't shit without Ice Cube!
Fuck all y'all!
[Ice Cube]
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?
Lookin' like straight bozos
I saw it comin', that's why I went solo
And kept on stompin'
While ya'll mothafuckers moved straight outta Compton
Livin' 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 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 homiez
Yella Boy's on your team, so you're losin';
Ay yo Dre, stick to producin'
Callin' 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 humpin' me
Tryin' 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 gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no vaseline
[Hook]
("Now you're gettin' done without vaseline...") (3x)
("Damn, it feels good to see people...on it")
[Ice Cube]
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 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 gettin' 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 like giving up the drawers
Gang-banged by your manager, fella
Getting 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-210
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
[Ice Cube]
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! 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'd 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, on 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 telling 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
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