Ah yeah, yo Ren, you ready to do this shit?
Yeah, Dre, let’s rip shit up
Ayo, Yella Boy, why don’t you kick me one of them funky ass beats?
Yo, we got my homeboy Eazy-E in the house
Compton’s definitely in the house
Yo Ren, what we gon’ call this shit?
Tell ’em what you’re name is?
Yeah, something like that
Alright, let’s kick this shit on the one
Kick it
Back by demand, now it’s big as fuck
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 shit
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
Ayo, 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 motherfucker 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 nigga lookin’ up to me
That really had the nerve that he could fuck with me
Who was the man in the mask?
While I was waitin’ to axe
You know, it’s MC Ren kickin’ mucho ass
Gettin’ respect in showbiz
Ayo, homeboy
Wassup?
Why don’t you tell them what your name is?
Dre, the motherfuckin’ doctor, bitch hopper
The sucker-motherfucker stopper
Back with a vocal track that’s a fresh one
So now, let’s get the motherfuckin’ 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, I’m 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 bullshit 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, or ’bout a sucker MC
Ah 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
This is portable, something to fuck with your ear
Ren and Dre will appear when the sound is clear
To fuck it up like we always do and that’s the trick
Sayin’ some shit to make the bitches wanna suck our dicks
But it’s an everyday thing
Communicating to y’all with the Compton slang
Compton’s back in the house and your apartment
So open your door, by the way, so we can start it
Test the monitors and cordless mics
‘Cause the way we feel, we’re gonna fuck it up tonight
I got my mic in my hand with a hell of a grip
Bitches screamin’ and shit, 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
Suckers, the motherfuckers with the ego hype
When we’re positive and they’re on a negative type
And if think we’re about to quit
Motherfucker, you ain’t heard shit
Yeah, now that shit was funky, you know what I’m sayin’, Ren?
Yeah, 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’ shit
Ah yeah, aye, I wanna say what’s sup to my homeboys from CMW
Yeah, ayo, Ren, what we gon’ call this shit?
Tell ’em what you’re name is?
Yeah, something like that
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