Compton’s N The House (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Dr. Dre & MC Ren]
Ah yeah, right about now Compton's in the muthaf*ckin' house Yeah do it, do it, do it
N.W.A is in full effect
Ayo, Yella boy, kick me that funky-ass beat right here
Kick that sh*t in
Yeah, yeah
Pump it up, pump it up
Who's in the muthaf*ckin' house right now? Who's in the house?
(Compton's in the muthaf*ckin' house)
Pump that sh*t up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Compton's definitely in the muthaf*ckin' house
Ayo Ren, what we gon' do?

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre, MC Ren, Dr. Dre & MC Ren, & 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 muthaf*ckin' rage
So Dre
What up?
Why don't you get the 12 gauge?
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 muthaf*cka
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 bullsh*ttin'
[Verse 2: MC Ren, Dr. Dre, MC Ren & Dr. Dre]
Dope - like a pound or a key (Yeah)
So shut the f*ck up and listen to me
I make a killin'
I got money to the ceilin' (Why's that?)
'Cause I'm a muthaf*ckin' ruthless villain
MC Ren - stomping any fool in my way
With some help from my homeboy Dre

[Verse 3: Dr. Dre, MC Ren, Dr. Dre & MC Ren]
Now my name is Dre the muthaf*ckin' doctor
Rippin' sh*t up, oh yeah, and here to rock ya
With some help from my homeboy E
The criminal of the Ruthless posse
f*ckin' 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: Dr. Dre, MC Ren, Dr. Dre & MC Ren]
Speaking of Compton, it's making me sick (Why?)
Everybody's talking that crazy sh*t
Saying they were raised in the CPT (Uh-huh)
Just as I was, they try to be like me
Poppin' that sh*t, get the f*ck out my face
Knowin' that they never even seen the place
Claiming my city, it's my city they claim
Muthaf*cka, we're about to put some salt in your game
[Break: Dr. Dre & MC Ren]
Yeah, I'm tired of these muthaf*ckas running around town
Talking about they're from Compton and sh*t
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, on the one

[Verse 5: Dr. Dre, MC Ren, Dr Dre & MC Ren]
What do you call a crew that can rap like that?
Yo N.W.A call them muthaf*ckas wack
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
Yo, what about the lyrics?
That sh*t's wacky wack too
With a f*cked up style and a f*cked up show
Ayo Ren, what about the scratching, is it def?
f*ck no!
The muthaf*ckin' record is so muthaf*ckin' wack
The muthaf*ckin' Cracker Jack needs to step the f*ck back

[Break: Dr. Dre, MC Ren, Dr. Dre & MC Ren]
Do you want some of this?
("Hell no, he replied")
Dre, the muthaf*ckin' doctor
Well, for the record, it's Ren, and for the street, it's Villain
Dre, the muthaf*ckin' 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-ass 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 6: MC Ren & Dr. Dre]
MC Ren is the muthaf*cking coroner (yeah)
I'm getting rid of muthaf*ckas 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 sh*t from a n*gga in black and much worse
Than a beating from Tyson 'cause Ren is not nice and
Your ass is 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 f*ck
My identity, and the sh*t is getting shown
Without a video I'm still getting known (yeah)
I'm at a show then my picture is taken
One click of the flash and punk n*ggas 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
Until I f*ck up the so called opponent
That's standing in the zone of the twilight
Saying, "How in the f*ck 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
Because it's bad enough you're rollin' up sh*t creek
With a n*gga like Ren about the hit
Now let me hear you muthaf*ckas talk some more sh*t
Or I'ma bust your ass in the mouth
Yo, unless you're saying, "Compton's in the house"

[Verse 7: Dr. Dre & Eazy-E]
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 'em 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 muthaf*ckin' 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]
Yeah, it's time to put Compton on the map
So don't ever think you can get it none, you stupid muthaf*ckas!
("Compton's in the house")