[Intro: Dr. Dre (MC Ren)]
Yeah, right about now Compton's in the mothaf**ing house (Yeah do it, do it, do it)
N.W.A's in full effect
Hey yo Yella boy, kick me that funky-a** beat
(Pump it up, pump it up)
Yeah, who's in the mothaf**ing house right now?
(Pump that sh** up)
Compton's in the mothaf**ing house!
Yeah, Compton's definetly in the house
Hey yo Ren, what we're gonna do?
[Verse 1: MC Ren & Dr. Dre (Eazy-E)]
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
Paying top dollars because they know
When we're on the stage, we're in a mothaf**ing range
[R] So Dre
[D] What up?
[R] Why don't you get the 12 guage (yeah)
And show them how Eazy-Duz-It
So if you punks wanna make something of it
Step up, run up, get up, what's up s**ers
You want some of this?
(Then you're a stupid mothaf**er)
Kicking, like the kick from a kickdrum
Yella boy on the drum getting dumb
Programming - a beat that's hitting
And if you listen then you know we're not bullsh**ting
[Verse 2: MC Ren]
Dope - like a pound or a key (yeah)
So shut the f** up and listen to me
I make a k**ing - I got money to the ceiling (why's that?)
Cause I'm a mothaf**ing ruthless villain
MC Ren - stomping any fool in my way
With some help from my homeboy Dre
[Verse 3: Dr. Dre]
Now my name is Dre - the mothaf**ing doctor
Ripping sh** up (oh yeah) and here to rock ya
With some help from my homeboy E
The criminal of the ruthless posse
f**ing it up (word up) is what we do
The reputation of the N.W.A crew
Getting busy because we're cold stomping
And we're born and raised
(And we're born and raised)
And we're born and raised in Compton
[Verse 4: MC Ren & Dr. Dre]
[R] Speaking of Compton, it's making me sick (why?)
Everybody's talking that crazy sh**
[D] Saying they were raised in the CPT
Just as I was, they try to be like me
[R & D] Popping that sh**, get the f** out my face
Knowing that they never even seen the place
Claiming my city is my city they claim
Muthaf**a we're about to put some salt in your game
[Break: Dr. Dre (MC Ren)]
Yeah I'm tired of these mothaf**ers running around town Talking about they're from Compton and sh**
Trying to get on the bandwagon
(Yeah Dre, I know what you're saying man, but let's tell them who we're talking about)
[Verse 6: Dr. Dre & MC Ren]
What do you call a crew that can rap like that?
[R] Yo N.W.A call them muthaf**ers wack
[D] 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
[R] Yo what about the lyrics?
[D] That sh**'s wacky wack too
[R] With a f**ed up style and a f**ed up show
[D] Hey yo Ren, what about the scratching, is it def?
[R] f** no!
The mothaf**ing record is so mothaf**ing wack
The mothaf**ing cracka jack needs to step the f** back
[Break: Dr. Dre (MC Ren)]
Do you want some of this? Hell no
Dre the mothaf**in' doctor
(Well for the record it's Ren and for the street it's Villain)
Dre the mothaf**in' 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-a** 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?
[Verse 7: MC Ren]
MC Ren is the mothaf**ing coroner
I'm getting rid of mothaf**er as if they was a foreigner
Show no grief to pretend when I sin
A punch you can block it but I'm a still get in
This ain't a TKO in the first
But it's some sh** from a n***a in black it's much worse
Than a beat from Tyson, cause Ren is not nice and
Your a** is better off just rollin' a dice and
Finding you a number for luck
Cause you'll need it when you see I don't give a f**
My identity, and the sh** is getting shown
Without a video I'm still getting on
I'm at a show then my picture is taking
One click of the flash and punk n***as are breaking
To the door, trying to join my fan club
Lip-syncing over one of my dubs
The instrumental will scratch for the moment
Until I f** up the so called opponent
That's standing in the zone of the twilight
Saying how in the f** did he get mixed up in my fight
It wasn't a mistake, it was a set-up
So until I'm finished popping my lyrics you should shut up
And don't attempt to speak
Because it's bad enough you rolling up sh** creek
With a n***a like Ren about the hit
Now let me hear you mothaf**ers talk some more sh**
I'm a bust your a** in your mouth
Yo, unless you're saying - "Compton's in the house"
[Verse 8: Dr. Dre]
Who realy cares - about a s**er on a take off
Bust a move, we can have a shake n' 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 them know that Dre is getting stronger
Compton's in the house but now it's some 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 mothaf**in' doctor
And if me and Ren's on the mike it's like propaganda, no doubt
(Boy you should've known by now) - Compton's in the house
[Outro: Dr. Dre]
Yeah, it's time to put Compton on the map
Don't ever think you can get it on, you stupid mothaf**as!