il explique ici de façon très explicite sa rupture avec NWA
Artist: Ice Cube
Album: Death Certificate
Song: No Vaseline
Typed by: OHHLA.com
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 Michel´le?
Lookin´ like straight bozos.
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...
[Refrain] ( L.L. sample: " Now you´re gettin´ done without vaseline...") 3x
( Biz Markie sample: " 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.
[Refrain scratched]
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 gotdamn cracker, no vaseline...
je sais bien...