Compton's N the House (Remix)

To the people over here

To the people over there

To the people

The people, the people, the people

People, the people, the people

People from everywhere watchin' the show

Payin' top dollars because they know

When we're on a stage, people know we're in a rage

So Dre (What up?)

Why don't you get the twelve gauge?

And show 'em how Eazy does it

So if you punks wanna make somethin' of it

Step up, run up, get up, what's up suckers?

You want some of this?

Then you a stupid dumb sucker

Kickin', like the kick from a kick drum

Yella boy on the drum gettin' dumb

Programming

A beat that's hittin'

And if you're listening, you know we're not (Babysitting)

Dope, like a pound or a key

So you should shut up and listen to me

I make a killing

I got money to the ceiling (Why's that?)

'Cause people know me as the ruthless villain

MC Ren stompin' any fool in my way

With some help from my homeboy, Dre

Now my name is Dre, the one and only doctor

Rippin' things up and here to rock ya

With some help from my homeboy, E

The criminal of the Ruthless posse

Rippin' it up (Word up), it's what we do

The reputation of the NWA crew

Gettin' busy

Because we're cold stompin'

And we're born and raised

And we're born and raised

And we're born and raised in Compton

Speaking of Compton, it's makin' me sick

Everybody's on that gangster tip

Sayin' they were raised in the CPT

Just 'cause I was, they try to be like me

Popping that trash, get the hell out my face

Knowin' that they never even seen the place

Claiming my city, it's my city they claim

For all you suckers, we're about to put some salt in your game

What do you call a crew that can rap like that?

Yo, NWA call them punk suckers whack

Yeah, you know that

But yo, let's tell 'em why we call 'em whack

They got a wacky whack record with a wacky whack crew

(Yo, what about the lyrics?) Yo, that's whacky wack too

With a wacky whack style and a wacky whack show

Hey yo, Ren, what about the scratching? Is it deaf?

(Hell no)

The wacky, wacky record is a wacky, wacky whack

Wacky whack, Cracker Jack, need to step the hell back

Do you want some of this?

(Hell no) He replied

Dre, the mother**** doctor

And for the record, it's Ren

And for the street, it's feelin'

Dre, the mother**** doctor

And for the record, it's Ren

And for the street, it's feelin'

Yella Boy, won't you kick me one of them funky **** beats?

My boy, Ice Cube

Yo, we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house

Won't you tell 'em what your name is?

MC Ren is better known as a coroner

I'm gettin' rid of all suckas as if they was a foreigner

Show no grief to pretend when I send

A punch, you can block it, but I'ma still get in

This ain't a TKO in a verse

But it's some lyrics from a villain in black and much worse

A beatin' from Tyson, 'cause Ren is not nice, and

You know you're better off just rollin' the dice and

Findin' you a number for luck (Seven)

'Cause you will need it when you see I don't give a ****

My identity in this rap is gettin' shown

Without a video, but still gettin' known

I'm at a show, then my picture's taken

One click of the flash

And all the suckers are breakin' to the door

Tryna join my fan club

Lip-syncing over one of my dubs

An instrumental with scratch for the moment

Until I dog the so-called opponent

That's standing in the zone of the twilight

Sayin', "How in the hell did he get mixed up in my fight?"

It wasn't a mistake, it was a set-up

So until I'm finished pumping my lyrics, you should shut up

And don't attempt to speak (Yeah)

Because it's bad enough you're rollin' up my creek

With a brotha like Ren about to hit

Now let me hear you dumb suckers talk some more ****

And I'ma bust you all in the mouth

Yo, unless you sayin' Compton's in the house

Who really cares about a sucker on a take off?

Bust a move, we can have a shake and bake off

Me and you can go, 'cause I don't care, yo

Rap, fight, or guerilla warfare

We can rumble

'Cause when my lungs go in and out

I kick rhymes in a bundle to win a bout

Or scurry, or scuffle

I just muffle the opposition, there's no competition

Let 'em know that Dre's gettin' stronger

Compton's in the house, but now with somethin' longer

I won't get set up, shut up, I'm kinda fed up

You could say uncle and I still won't let up

'Cause Dre is the one and only doctor

And if me and Ren's on the mic, it's like propaganda, no doubt