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
Here's what they think about you
Here's what they think about you
Here's what they think about you
I smell
Here's what they think about you
Here's what they think about you
Here's what they think about you
Here's what they think about you
Here's what they think about you
Here's what they think about you
Here's what they think a-
Here's what they think about
Here's what, here's what they what they think about you
Here's what they think about
Here's what they think about
Fuck all y'all
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
Ayo, 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
'Cos 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
'Cos you're getting fucked out your green by a white boy with no Vaseline
Now you're getting done without Vaseline
Now you're getting done without Vaseline
You are tight yeah, uh
Now you're getting done without Vaseline
Damn, it feels good to see people, on it
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
'Cos the broomstick fit your ass so perfect
Cut my hair? Nah, cut them balls
'Cos 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
'Cos 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
'Cos 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
'Cos I remember when you drove a B two ten
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
Now you're getting done
Ge-getting done
Now you're getting done
Ge-getting done
Now you're getting done without
Vas-Vas-Vase-Vase 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 fucking your homeboys you little maggot
Eazy-E turned faggot
With your manager, fella
Fucking MC Ren
Doctor 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
'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 thinking 'bout?
Get rid of that devil real simple
Put a bullet in his temple
'Cos you can't be the
Nigga for 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
Motherfuckin' nosejob havin'ass
Motherfuckin' Jheri Curl light
Ambi wearing motherfuckin' bitch
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With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version) 
Same as the original tempo: 105.8 BPM
In the same key as the original: Em
The song begins a capella
Duration: 05:15 - Sample at:
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