N.w.a. - Something Like That - Edited;2000 Digital Remaster lyrics

Ah yeah, yo Ren, yo ready to do this sh**? Yeah, Dre, let's rip sh** up Hey, yo Yella Boy, why don't you kick me one of them Funky beats? Yo, we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house Compton's definately in the house. Yo Ren, whatta we gonna Call this? Tell'em what yo name is? Yeah something like that Allright, let's kick this sh** on the one Kick it Back by demand, now it's big as f**k Because you as the public, you should know what's up "Compton's in the House" was more than gold, it was a hit Cause it was based on some crazy sh** So our final conclusion has been permitted Punks made us a target and knew that we'd hit it But that was a part of showbizz Hey yo homeboy, why don't you tell'em what your name is? Well for the record it's Ren, and for the street it's villain And strapped with a gat, it's more like Matt Dillon On "Gunsmoke", but not a man of the law I'm just the baddest motherf**ker that you ever saw See, I peep and then I creep on a fool Get my bloodpressure high but still stay cool Dig a grave of a n***a lookin' up to me That really had the nerve that he could f**k with me Who was the man in the ma**, while I was waitin' to axe You know, it's MC Ren kickin' mucho a** Gettin' respect in showbizz Hey yo homeboy Why don't you tell'em what yo name is? Dre, the motherf**kin' doctor, b**h hopper The s**er-motherf**ker stopper Back with a vocal track that's a fresh one So now, let's get the motherf**kin' session Goin', flowin'. It's time to start throwin' Rhymes. So keep in mind all the s**ers I'm blowin' Cause I'm a start showin' the time Never sayin' I'm the best and just goin' for mine Unlike a lotta s**ers who claim they're gettin' busy When their records only make good frisbees You need to stop runnin' off the mouth Stop and think before you put some whack bullsh** out It's not difficult, in fact it's kinda simple To create something funky that's original You need to talk about the place to be Who you are, what you got, about a s** MC Oh yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about, Ren You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, I know what you're sayin', Dre, but you Still ain't told'em enough, man Allright, Allright Well, let's kick one more verse right here, allright Kick it This is portable, something to f**k with yo ear Ren and Dre will appear when the sound is clear To f**k it up like we always do, and that's the trick Sayin' some sh** to make the b**hes wanna s** our dicks But it's an everyday thang Communicating to y'all with the Compton slang Compton's back in the house and your appartment So open your door, by the way, so we can start it Test the monitors and call this mic Cause the way we feel, we're gonna f**k it up tonight I got my mic in my hand, with a hell of a grip b**hes screamin' and sh**, now it's a trip Waitin' for the grand finale, or the end Or stupid rhymes set be Dre and Ren Well, like a kid, we get new shoes and go faster Smilin', like hell, as we move past the s**ers, the motherf**kers with the ego hype Cause we're positive and they're on a negative type And if think we're about to quit... Motherf**ker you ain't heard sh** Yeah, that sh** was funky, you know what I'm sayin', Ren? I know what you're sayin', this is MC Ren and Dr.Dre Cold kickin' it in the place Ah yeah, my mellow Eazy E in the house Yella Boy in the house My boy Ice Cube Arabian Prince cold rockin' sh** Oh yeah, hey, I'm a say wha**up to my homeboys from CNW Yeah, hey, yo Ren, whatta we gonna call this sh**? Tell'em what yo name is? Yeah something like that...