Here's what they think about you   Here's what they think about you   Here's what they think about you      Got 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 Michelle      Lookin' like straight pozas   I saw it comin', that's why I went solo   And kept on stompin'   When ya'll 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 ya'll disgrace the C P T   'Cuz you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy   With no Vaseline      Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline   Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline   Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline   Damn, it feels good to see people on 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      Now you're gettin' done without 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   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 goddamn cracker, no Vaseline