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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