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[Intro: Dr. Dre & MC Ren] Ayo, yo, check this out, man What's up? We gotta get serious We gotta do a radio version for this Word, that mean we gotta take out all the cussin', right? All the cussin' Yella Boy, kick in the beat right here, homeboy, hahaha Ah yeah Yo, check this out, N.W.A is in full effect Yo, I got my homeboy Eazy-E on the left Ice Cube in the house, Dr. Dre in full effect MC Ren cold rockin' it And you know this Ayo Ren, what we gon' do? [Verse 1: MC Ren & Dr. Dre + Eazy-E, Ice Cube] 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, people know we're in a rage [R] So Dre [D] What up? [R] Why don't you get the 12 gauge [D] Yeah And show 'em how Eazy-Duz-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're a stupid, dumb sucker) Kickin' - like the kick from a kickdrum Yella boy on the drum gettin' dumb Programmin' - a beat that's hittin' And if you listen then you know we're not (babysittin') [Verse 2: MC Ren & (Dr. Dre)] Dope - like a pound or a key (Yeah) So you should shut up and listen to me I make a killin' I got money to the ceilin' (Why's that?) 'Cause people know me as a ruthless villain MC Ren - stomping any fool in my way With some help from my homeboy Dre [Verse 3: Dr. Dre, MC Ren, Both] Yo, now my name is Dre, the one and only doctor (Yeah) Rippin' thangs up, (Oh yeah), and here to rock ya With some help from my homeboy E (Yo) The criminal of the Ruthless posse Rippin' it up, (Word up), is 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 [Verse 4: MC Ren & Dr. Dre] Speaking of Compton, it's making me sick Everybody's on that gangsta tip [D] Saying they were raised in the CPT (Uh-huh) [D] Just 'cause I was, they try to be like me Poppin' 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 [Break: Dr. Dre + MC Ren] Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about, Ren Yeah Dre, I still think they don't know what you talkin' about, man Suckers be on the tip They be on the tip for real Yeah, they do Yo, let's tell everybody who talkin' about right here Alright [Verse 6: Dr. Dre & MC Ren] What do you call a crew that can rap like that? [R] Yo N.W.A call them punk suckers wack [D] Yeah, you know that [D] Yo, let's tell them why we call them wack [D] They got a wacky wack record with a wacky wack crew [R] Yo, what about the lyrics? [D] Yo, that's wacky wack too [R] With a wacky wack style and a wacky wack show [D] Ayo Ren, what about the scratching, is it def? [R] Hell no! The wacky wacky record is so wacky wacky wack The wacky wacky Cracker Jack needs to step the hell back [Break: Dr. Dre + MC Ren] Do you want some of this? ("Hell no, he replied") Dre, the muthaf- doctor Well, for the record, it's Ren, and for the street, it's Villain Dre, the muthaf- 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- 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 better known as the coroner I'm getting rid of all suckers as if they was a foreigner Show no grief to pretend when I sin I punch you can block it but I'ma still get in This ain't a TKO in the first But it's some lyrics from a villain in black and much worse Than a beating from Tyson 'cause Ren is not nice and You know you're better off just rolling a dice and Finding you a number for luck (Seven) 'Cause you will need it when you see I don't give a f- My identity, and the rap is getting shown (Word) Without a video I'm still getting known I'm at a show then my picture is taken (Yeah) One click of the flash and all the suckers are breakin' To the door, tryin' to join my fan club Lip-syncin' over one of my dubs An instrumental will scratch for the moment (For the moment) Until I dog out the so called opponent That's standing in the zone of the twilight (Twilight) Saying, "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 pumpin' 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 brother like Ren about the hit Now let me hear you dumb suckers talk some more sh- Or I'ma bust you all in your mouth Yo, unless you're saying, "Compton's in the house" [Verse 8: Dr. Dre] 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 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 one and only 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") [Outro: Dr. Dre & MC Ren] Ah yeah, right about now, it's time to put Compton on the map Yo, Compton's already on the map Oh, word? Yeah, you know it Check this out All you stupid brothers out there, don't ever think you can get none Yo, this is MC Ren, Dr. Dre, Eazy-E, Ice Cube, DJ Yella And the rest of the NWA gang, yo, we outta here ("Compton's in the house") ("Compton-Comp-Comp-Comp-Compton, Comp-Comp-Comp-Compton") ("Comp-Comp-Comp-Compton's in the house")