[Produced by Sir Jinx]

[Intro]

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 niggas? 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

Here's what they think about you

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

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

I smell—

When I bought the tape, 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

[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 stompin'

While y'all motherfuckers 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 you foolin'?

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

Ayy, yo, Dre, stick to producing

Calling 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 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 flow

You done run a hundred 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

'Cause you're getting fucked out your green

By a white boy, with no Vaseline

[Chorus]

Now you're getting done without Vaseline

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 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? Nah, 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 motherfucking 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 Kunta Kinte

But I got a whip for you, 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 B210

Broke as a motherfucking 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

[Chorus]

Now you're getting done— get— getting done

Now you're getting done— get— getting done

Now you're getting done without Va— Va— Va— Va— Vaseline

[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

Now I 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 would 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

'Til 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

Tryin' to fuck me, but I'd rather fuck you

Eric Wright

Punk, always into something, gettin' fucked at night

By Mister Shitpacker

Bend over for the goddamn cracker

No Vaseline

[Outro]

Motherfuckin' nosejob havin'-ass

Motherfuckin' Jheri Curl light, Ambi wearing motherfuckin' bitch