I Never Have Dinner With the President and When I See Your Ass Again I ll Be Hesitant
No Vaseline
Ice Cube
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Goddamn I'yard glad y'all set it off Used to be difficult now you're but moisture and soft Beginning you was down with the AK And now I come across you on a video with Michel'le? Lookin' like straight Bozos I saw it comin' that'south why I went solo And kept on stompin' When y'all motherfuckers moved straight outta Compton Livin' with the whites, one big house And non some other nigga in site I started off with as well much cargo Dropped four niggas now I'grand makin' all the dough White man just rulin' The Niggas With Attitudes, who ya foolin'? Y'all niggas merely phony I put that on my mama and my dead homies Yella Boy'south on your team, so you're losin' Ay yo Dre, stick to producin' Callin' me Arnold, but you lot been-a-dick Eazy-E saw your ass and went in it quick You got jealous when I got my own company Simply I'm a man, and ain't nobody helpin' me Tryna sound similar Amerikkka's Most Yous could yell all day merely y'all don't come close 'Cause you know I'm the one that flowed Ya washed run 100 miles, just you still got one to become With the Fifty-East-Northward-C-H Thousand-O-B, and you lot disgrace the C-P-T 'Cause y'all're gettin' fucked out your green by a white male child With no Vaseline ("Now yous're gettin' done without Vaseline") ("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline") ("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline") ("Damn, information technology feels good to see people, on it") The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin' Who gives a f*ck about a punk-donkey villain? You lot're gettin' fucked real quick And Eazy'due south dick, is smellin' like MC Ren's shit Tried to tell yous a year ago But Willie D told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so I couldn't stop yous from gettin' ganked Now permit'due south play big-banking concern-have-trivial-bank Tried to diss Ice Cube, information technology wasn't worth it 'Cause the broomstick fit your ass so perfect Cut my pilus and I'll cut them balls 'Cause I heard you like givin' up the drawers Gang-banged past your managing director, fella Gettin' money out your ass, like a motherfuckin' Ready Teller Givin' upwards the dollar bills Now they got the Villain with a pocketbook and high-heels So don't believe what Ren say 'Cause he'due south goin' out like Kunte Kinte But I got a whip for ya Toby Used to be my homie, now yous act like you don't know me It'due south a case of split up-and-conquer 'Crusade y'all allow 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 retrieve when you drove a exist B210 Bankrupt as a mothafuckin' joke Permit you lot on the scene to support the Get-go Team It ain't my mistake, i nigga got smart And they rippin' your asshole apart By takin' your light-green, oh yes The Villain does become fucked with no Vaseline ("Now y'all're gettin' washed, get-getting done") ("Now yous're gettin' done, get-getting done") ("Now y'all're gettin' washed without Va-va-va-va-seline") I never have dinner with the President I never accept dinner with the President I never accept dinner with the President And when I come across your donkey again, I'll be hesitant At present I recall y'all a snitch Throw a house nigga in a ditch Half-pint bitch, fuckin' your homeboys Yous niggling 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 lilliputian bit of gasoline Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on 'Til that Jheri curlicue 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 y'all can't be the Nigga 4 Life crew With a white Jew tellin' you what to practise Pullin' wools with your scams, now I gotta play the Silence of the Lambs With a midget who's a punk too Tryna f*ck me, but I'd rather f*ck you Eric Wright, punk, e'er into somethin', gettin' fucked at nighttime Past Mista Shitpacker, bend over for the goddamn cracker, no Vaseline Motherfuckin' nosejob having ass Motherfuckin' Jheri curl lite Ambi wearing motherfuckin' bowwow The piece of cake, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com
Written past: Anthony D Wheaton, David Lee Spradley, Edward Daryll Jr Irons, Garry Marshall Shider, George Jr. Clinton, O Shea Jackson, Raymond Lincold Jr Ransom, Reginald J Hargis
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