N.W.A — Comptons N The House Single Version

[Intro: Dr. Dre, Yella, Eazy-E & MC Ren] Yo, fuck this shit up, alright? Ah yeah, About to fuck it up Yo Yella, let's do this shit Yo, we gotta waste some time on this muthafuckin' tape, so me and my boy MC Ren about to get loose, yo, Yella boy, won't you kick that bass here on the one, kick that shit *Scratches "Compton's in the house" throughout* Yeah, we about to cold get stupid on your cassette, we got my homeboy Eazy-E in effect, we about to cold get dumb Muthafuckin' right, yo, Compton's in the house, yeah, we're in the house, we're in the muthafuckin' house, check this out, yo Ren, won't you walk up to the muc and bust this funky-ass rap that we wrote Ready to do this? Do this shit, kick this shit [Verse 1: Dr. Dre, MC Ren, Dr. Dre & MC Ren, & Eazy-E] People from everywhere watching the show Paying top dollars because they know When we're on the stage, we're in a muthafuckin' 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 muthafucka 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 bullshittin' [Verse 2: MC Ren, Dr. Dre, MC Ren & Dr. Dre] Dope - like a pound or a key (Yeah) So just shut up and listen to me I make a killin' I got money to the ceilin' (Why?) 'Cause I'm a muthafuckin' 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 muthafuckin' doctor On your cassette, i'm here to rock ya With some help from my homeboy E The criminal of the Ruthless posse Fuckin' 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 (in the streets of) (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 shit Saying they were raised in the CPT Just as I was, they try to be like me Poppin' that shit, get the fuck out my face Knowin' that they never even seen the place Claiming my city, it's my city they claim Muthafucka, we're about to put some salt in your game [Break: Dr. Dre & MC Ren] Ah yeah, you know what we talkin' about, Ren? Ah yeah, cold in effect on the one Yo, I'm tired of these muthafuckas running around town Talking about they're from Compton and shit Trying to get on the bandwagon Yo, it's them stupid muthafuckas with the wack records, man? Yeah, you know what i'm talkin' 'bout, let me tell you what we're talking abnout, right about now, kick that shit [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 muthafuckas 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 shit's wacky wack too With a fucked up style and a fucked up show Ayo Ren, what about the scratching, is it def? Fuck no! The muthafuckin' record is so muthafuckin' wack They musta did it on a muthafuckin' sixteen-track [Outro: Dr. Dre] Yeah, don't ever think you can get none, you stupid muthafuckas! ("Compton's in the house")