No Vaseline

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I parked my car in the driveway of Eric's house

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I parked my car in the driveway of Eric's house. I rang the doorbell twice and Jerry open the door. Everybody was in the living room with the hoes. Everybody looked cool and chill. I sat down on the couch and laid back.

"So what happened with you and Shay?," Eric asked.

"He got the drawers," Yella blurted before I could answer.

"No, we hung out like old times. She's cool, man," I said.

"And fine as hell," Eric commented. Eric and Yella slapped hands in agreement.

"Ion remember her being that fine. Shanya grew up on us," Yella laughed.

"Fuck y'all, man," I laughed.

"You should invite her and her friends to the Wet and Wild Pool Party next Saturday," Eric suggested.

I nodded my head in agreement. "I bet you would love to see her Wet and Wild," Yella hyped up.

I shook my head and started laughing. "Oh shit," Jerry yelled from the back room. Jerry suddenly bursted into the room with a shooken look on his face.

"Jerry! What's wrong with you," Eric called out. He grabbed the radio and turned it up. Cube's new diss song just came on.

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 stomping
While y'all mothafuckers 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 ya fooling!)
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
Ay yo Dre, stick to producing
Calling me Arnold, but you bent-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
Cause you know I'm the one that flowed
Ya done run 100 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
Cause you're getting fucked out your green by a White boy
With no vaseline

[Hook]
Now you're getting done without vaseline
Now you're getting done without vaseline
Now you're getting done without vaseline
Damn, it feels good to see people, on it

[Verse 2]
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's 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
Cause the broomstick fit your ass so perfect
Cut my hair? Naw, cut them balls
Cause I heard you like giving up the drawers
Gang-banged by your manager, fella
Getting money out your ass like a mothafucking 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
Cause he's going out like Kunte Kinte
But I got a whip for ya, 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-

Right after that line, Jerry quickly cut off the radio. My jaw clenched at the lyrics. Cube made is look like straight fools. I huffed and stood right up.

"He fucking got us man!"

"I thought that shit was funny," Yella laughed. I looked at him crazy with my eyebrow up.

I slowly turned my head to his direction and looked him up and down.

"Lorenzo, calm down," Jerry compromised.

"Eric, why aren't you upset? Did you hear what he said? That jew bashing bullshit! Wait until I call my friends at the JDL. He'll keep quiet," Jerry stood in his face. I cocked my head to the side looking at Eric.

"I heard what he said! I heard what the hell he said!," Eric yelled.

"Look, you got your way of dealing with things, I got mine!," he screamed.

"We could just got to the studio and end his career anyway," Eric continued.

Not after the way he just dissed us, I spoke in my head.

I observed this conversation and smirked.

"Well, Eric, who's working for who?," I questioned.

"Really?! You gonna question that! Don't ever question the way I handle mine! Believe that shit!," he snapped.

"Fuck this, yo," I remarked before I got up and left.

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