Something Like That lyrics

by

Dr. Dre


[Intro: Dr. Dre and MC Ren]
Ah yeah, yo Ren, yo ready to do this sh*t?
Yeah, Dre, let's rip sh*t up
Hey yo, Yella Boy, why don't you kick me one of them funky ass beats?
Yo, we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house
Yeah, Compton's definitely in the house
Yo Ren, what we gonna call this sh*t? Tell 'em what yo name is
Yeah something like that
Alright, let's kick this sh*t on the one
Kick it

[Verse 1: MC Ren and Dr. Dre, Dr. Dre]
Back by demand, now it's big as f*ck
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*t
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 showbiz
Hey yo, homeboy, why don't you tell 'em what your name is

[Verse 2: MC Ren and Dr. Dre]
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*cker that you ever saw
See, I peep and then I creep on a fool
Get my blood pressure high, but still stay cool
Dig a grave of a n*gga lookin' up to me
That really had the nerve that he could f*ck with me
Who was the man in the mask, while I was waitin' to ask
You know, it's MC Ren kickin' mucho ass
Gettin' respect in showbiz
Hey yo homeboy, what's up?
Why don't you tell 'em what your name is?
[Verse 3: Dr. Dre]
Dre, the motherf*ckin' doctor, b*tch hopper
The sucker-motherf*cker stopper
Back with a vocal track that's a fresh one
So now, let's get the motherf*ckin' session
Goin', flowin'. It's time to start throwin' - rhymes
So keep in mind all the suckers I'm blowin'
Cause I'ma start showin' the time
Never sayin' I'm the best and just goin' for mine
Unlike a lotta suckers who claim they're gettin' busy
When their records only make good frisbees
You need to quit runnin' off the mouth
Stop and think before you put some whack bullsh*t out
It's not difficult, in fact it's kinda simple
To create something funky that's original
You either talkin' 'bout the place to be
Who you are, what you got, or about a sucker MC

[Interlude: Dr. Dre and MC Ren]
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
Alright, alright
Well, let's kick one more verse right here, alright
Kick it
[Verse 4: MC Ren & Dr. Dre]
This is portable, something to f*ck with yo ear
Ren and Dre will appear when the sound is clear
To f*ck it up like we always do, and that's the trick
Sayin' some sh*t to make the b*tches wanna suck our di*ks
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*ck it up tonight
I got my mic in my hand, with a hell of a grip
b*tches screamin' and sh*t, now it's a trip
Waitin' for the grand finale, or the end
Or stupid rhymes set by Dre and Ren
Well, like a kid, we get new shoes and go faster
Smilin', like hell, as we move past the
Suckers, the motherf*ckers with the ego hype
Well we're positive and they're on a negative type
And if think we're about to quit...
Motherf*cker you ain't heard sh*t

[Outro: MC Ren & Dr. Dre]
Yeah, that sh*t 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*t
Oh yeah, hey, I'm a say whassup to my homeboys from CMW
Yeah, hey, yo Ren, whatta we gonna call this sh*t?
"Tell 'em what yo' name is?"
Yeah something like that...
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