No Vaseline

Ice Cube

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publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: O'Shea Jackson, Reginald J. Hargis, Edward D. Daryll Jr. Irons, Raymond Lincoln Jr. Ransom, Garry Marshall Shider, David L. Spradley, George Jr. Clinton
album: Track 20 in album Death Certificate
release date: 1991-10-29
popularity : 28 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Gangsta/Conscious
length: 5:14
producer: Ice Cube and Sir Jinx
writer: Ice Cube

Album Information

label: Priority Records
country(area): United States
format: CD
barcode: 049925715521
script: Latin

Cover Art

Ice Cube Death Certificate cover art

Lyrics

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Got damn I'm glad y'all set it off.
First you was down with the AK
Lookin' like straight bozos.
And kept on stompin'
Livin' with the whites one big house
I started off with too much cargo,
White man just rulin'.
Y'all *****s just phony,
Yella Boy's on your team, so you're losin'
Callin' me Arnold, but you Been-a-****,
You got jealous when I got my own company,
Tryin' to sound like Amerikkka's Most,
'cause you know I'm the one that flown,
With the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B, and ya'll disgrace the see-P-T.
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")

Who gives a **** about a punk-*** villain?
And Eazy's ****, is smellin' like MC Ren's ****.
But Willie D told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so
Now let's play big-bank-take-little-bank.
'cause the broomstick fit your *** so perfect.
'cause I heard you're, like, givin' up the drawers.
Gettin' money out your ***, like a **********in' Ready Teller.
Now they got the Villain with a purse and high-heels.
'cause he's goin' out like Kunte Kinte,
Used to be my homey, now you act like you don't know me.
'cause you let a Jew break up my crew.
Yellin' Compton, but you moved to Riverside.
Broke as a motha****in' joke.
It ain't my fault, one ***** got smart,
By takin' your green, oh yeah,

("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Damn, it feels good to see people, on it")
I never have dinner with the President.
I never have dinner with the President.
Now I think you a snitch,
Half-pint *****, ****in' your homeboys.
With your manager, fella,
But if they were smart as me,
With no Vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline.
Till that Jheri curl is gone.
Heard you both got the same bank account,
Get rid of that Devil real simple, put a bullet in his temple.
With a white Jew tellin' you what to do.
With a midget who's a punk too,
Eric Wright, punk, always into somethin', gettin' ****ed at night.

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Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 The Funeral
  • 2 The Wrong Nigga to Fuck Wit
  • 3 My Summer Vacation
  • 4 Steady Mobbin’
  • 5 Robin Lench
  • 6 Givin’ Up the Nappy Dug Out
  • 7 Look Who’s Burnin’
  • 8 A Bird in the Hand
  • 9 Man’s Best Friend
  • 10 Alive on Arrival
  • 11 Death
  • 12 The Birth
  • 13 I Wanna Kill Sam
  • 14 Horny Lil’ Devil
  • 15 Black Korea
  • 16 True to the Game
  • 17 Color Blind
  • 18 Doing Dumb Shit
  • 19 Us
  • 20 No Vaseline