Compton's N the House (Remix)

Oh yeah, right about now, Compton's in the motherfucking house

N.W.A is in full effect

Ay, yo, Yella boy

Kick me that funky-ass beat right here

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Who's in the motherfucking house right now?

Who's in the house?

Pump that shit up, come on

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Compton's definitely in the motherfucking house

Ayo, Ren, what we gon' do?

To the people over here

To the people over there

To the people, the people, the people

People, the people, the people

People from everywhere, watching the show

Payin' top dollars because they know

When we're on the stage, we're in a motherfuckin' rage

So Dre

What up?

Why don't you get the 12 gauge?

Yeah

And show 'em how Eazy does it

So if you punks wanna make something of it

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

You want some of this?

Then you're a stupid motherfucker

Kickin' like the kick from a kick drum

Yella boy on the drum, gettin' dumb

Programmin' a beat that's hittin'

And if you listen then you know we're not bullshittin'

Dope like a pound or a key

So shut the fuck up and listen to me

I make a killin', I got money to the ceiling

Why's that?

'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' ruthless villain

MC Ren, stompin' any fool in my way

With some help from my homeboy Dre

Now, my name is Dre, the motherfuckin' doctor

Rippin' shit up and here to rock ya (Oh yeah)

With some help from my homeboy E

The criminal of the ruthless posse

Fuckin' it up is what we do (Word up)

The reputation of the N.W.A crew

Getting 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

Speakin' of Compton, it's makin' me sick

Why?

Everybody's talkin' that crazy shit

Sayin' they were raised in the CPT

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

Poppin' that shit, get the fuck out my face

Knowin' that they never even seen the place

Claimin' my city, it's my city they claim

Motherfucker, we're about to put some salt in your game

Yeah, I'm tired of these motherfuckers runnin' around town

Talkin' about they're from Compton and shit

Tryin' to get on that bandwagon

Yeah, Dre, I know what you're sayin', man

But let's tell them who we're talkin' about

On the one

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

Yo, N.W.A call them motherfuckers wack

Yeah, you know what time it is, listen to why we call them wack

They got a wacky wack record with a wacky wack crew

Yo, what about the lyrics?

That shit's wacky wack, too

With a fucked up style and a fucked up show

Ayo Ren, what about the scratchin', is it def?

Fuck, no

The motherfuckin' record is so motherfuckin' wack

The motherfuckin' cracker jack needs to step the fuck back

Do you want some of this?

"Hell no," he replied

Dre, the motherfuckin' doctor

Well, for the record, it's Ren, and for the street, it's Villain

Dre, the motherfuckin' doctor

Well, for the record, it's Ren, and for the street, it's Villain

Yella Boy, why don't you kick me one of them funky-ass beats?

My boy, my boy, 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 the motherfuckin' coroner

I'm getting rid of motherfuckers 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 the first

But it's some shit from a **** in black, it's much worse

Than a beat from Tyson

'Cause Ren is not nice and

Your ass is better off just rollin' the dice and

Findin' you a number for luck

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

My identity, and this shit is gettin' shown

Without a video, I'm still gettin' on

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

One click of the flash and punk **** are breakin'

To the door, tryin' to join my fan club

Lip-syncin' over one of my dubs

The instrumental will scratch for the moment

Until I fuck up the so-called opponent

That's standin' in the zone of the twilight

Sayin', how in the fuck did he get mixed up in my fight?

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

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

And don't attempt to speak

Because it's bad enough you rollin' up shit creek

With a **** like Ren about to hit

Now let me hear you motherfuckers talk some more shit

Or I'ma bust your ass 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 guerrilla 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 them know that Dre is gettin' stronger

Compton's in the house but now it's something longer

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

You can say uncle, and I still won't let up

'Cause Dre is the motherfuckin' doctor

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

Boy, you should've known by now

Compton's in the house

Yeah, it's time to put Compton on the map

So, don't ever think you can get none, you stupid motherfuckers