Dr. Dre - Compton's N The House (LP Version) lyrics

[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!