Damn, I forgot to do something, you see, uh, oh yeah, it ain't over motherfuckers. The motherfucking saga continues. Y'all motherfuckers ready for a W.A.? Well, get the fuck up! Bitch is a bitch, bitch is a bitch. It was once said by a man who took a break. Don't ask you what you want, just do what I say. But now, it's as he stepped the fuck off. Here's what they think about you. That's hot, I knew. 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 about you. Here's what they think about you. Here's what they think about you. What do they think about you? Here's what they think about you. Fuck all y'all. Goddamn, I'm glad y'all set it off. Used to be hard, now you're just wet and soft. Heard you was down with the AK. And now I see you on a video with Michelin. Looking like straight pozos. I saw it coming, that's why I went solo. And kept on stomping. When y'all motherfuckers moved straight out of Camden. 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 fooling? Y'all niggas just phony. I put that on my mama and my dead homies. Yellow boys on your team, so you're losing. Ayo, Drake, stick to producing. Calling me owner, but you been a dick. Easy 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 helping me. Trying to sound like American Most. You can yell all day, but you don't come close. Cause you know I'm the one that flow. Get unran a hundred miles, but you still got one to go. With the L-E-N-C-H-M-O-V. And y'all disgrace the CPT. Cause you getting fucked out your green bar white boy. With no Vaseline. They ain't getting no of that Vaseline. They ain't getting no of that Vaseline. Boots wearing tights in there. Now you're getting fucked without Vaseline. Damn it feels good to see people doing it. The bigger the cap, the bigger the pillage. Who gives a fuck about a punk ass villain? You're getting fucked real quick. An easy dick, it's smelling like MC Win 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 down. Now let's play Big Bank, take Little Bank. Try to dis Ice Cube, it wasn't worth it. Cause the boomstick thinks your ass so perfect. Cut my hair, now cut them balls. Cause I heard you like giving up the draws. Gang banged by your manager fella. Get 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 rings say. Cause he's going out like tooth to kiss day. But I got a riff 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 got him running high. Yelling captain but you moved to Riverside. Sit on front, MC ran. 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 breaking your asshole apart. By cutting your grin, oh yeah. The villain does get fucked with no Vaseline. They getting fucked, getting fucked, getting fucked. They getting fucked, getting fucked, getting fucked. They getting fucked with no 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 the ditch. Half-pint bitch. Fucking your homeboy. Your little maggot. Eazy-E turned faggot. With your manager fella. Fucking MC ran. Dr. Dre and Young. 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 him up. Burn him up. Flame on. So that Jericho is gone. On a permanent vacation. Off a massive 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 beat a nigga for life crew. With a white dude telling you what to do. Pulling wool to the skin. Now I gotta play. The Silence of the Lambs. With a mission who's a punk too. Trying to fuck me. But I'd rather fuck you. Eric Knight. Punk. Always into something. Getting fucked at night. By Mr. Shitpacker. Bend over for the god damn cracker. No Vaseline.