Compton's N The House (Remix) (Explicit)
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Hey, yo, yo, 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 cussing, right?
Get up, boy, kick in the beat, right here, homeboy
(Aw, yeah) Yo, check this out
NWA's in full effect
(We got my homeboy Eazy-E on the left of me)
Ice Cube's in the house, Dr. Dre's in full effect
(MC Ren cold rocking it, you know)
And you know this
Hey, yo Ren, what are we gonna 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
Paying top dollars because they know
When we're on the stage, people know we're in a rage
So Dre, why don't you get the 12-gauge?
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 a stupid dumb sucker)
Kicking, like the kick from a kick drum
Yella boy on the drum getting dumb
Programming a beat that's hitting
And if you listen, then you know we're not (Babysitting)
Dope, like a pound or a key (Yeah)
So you should shut up, and listen to me
I make a killing, I got money to the ceiling
(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
Now, my name is Dre, the one and only doctor
Ripping things up, and here to rock you
With some help from my homeboy E
The criminal of the ruthless posse
Ripping it up is what we do (Word up)
The reputation of the NWA 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
Speaking of Compton, it's making me sick
Everybody's on that gangsta tip
Saying they were raised in the CPT
Just as I was, they try to be like me
Popping that trash, get the hell out my face
Knowing that they never even seen the place
Claiming my city is my city, they claim
For all you suckers, we're about to put some salt in your game
Yeah, that's what I'm talking about, Ren
Yeah, Dre, I still think they don't know what you talking about
(Them suckers be on a tip, boy)
They be on a tip for real
Yo, let's tell everybody who I'm talking about, right here
What do you call a crew that can rap like that?
Yo, NWA, call them punk suckers wack
Yeah, you know that
Yo, let's tell 'em why we call 'em wack
They got a wacky-wack record with the wacky-wacky crews
Yo, what about the lyrics?
Yo, that's wacky-wack too
With a wacky-wack style and wacky-wack show
(Hey, yo, Ren, what about the scratching?)
(Is it def?) Hell no
The wacky-wacky record is so wacky-wacky-wack
The wacky-wacky-cracka-jack needs to step the hell back
Do you want some of this? ("Hell no," he replied)
(Dre is the mother - doctor)
(Just for the record, it's Ren, and for the street, it's Villian)
(Dre is the mother - doctor)
(Just for the record, it's Ren, and for the street, it's Villian)
Yella boy, won'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 them what your name is?)
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'mma 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
'Cause you will need it when you see I don't give a -
My identity and this rap getting shown
Without a video, I'm still getting on
I'm at a show, then my picture is taken
One click of the flash, and all the suckers are breaking to the door
Trying to join my fan club
Lip-syncing over one of my dubs
An instrumental will scratch for the moment
Until I dog out the so-called opponent
That's standing in the zone of the 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 bumping my lyrics, you shut up
And don't attempt to speak
Because it's bad enough you rolling up my creek
With a brother like Ren about to hit
Now let me hear you dumb suckers talk some more -
I'mma bust you all in the mouth
Yo, unless you're saying "Compton's N 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 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 'em know that Dre is getting stronger
Compton's N The House, but now it's something longer
I won't get set-up
Shut up, I'm kind of 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 N The House)
Ah, yeah, right about now it's time to put Compton on the map
(Yo, Compton's already on the map)
Oh, word? (Yeah) Yo, check this out
All you stupid brothers out there
Don't ever think you could get none
Yo, this is MC Ren, Doctor Dre, Eazy-E
Ice Cube, DJ Yella, and the rest of NWA gang
(Word) Yo, we outta here
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