Compton’s N the House Remix Clean
[Intro: Dr. Dre & MC Ren]
Ayo, 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 cussin', right?
All the cussin'
Yella Boy, kick in the beat right here, homeboy, hahaha
Ah yeah
Yo, check this out, N.W.A is in full effect
Yo, I got my homeboy Eazy-E on the left
Ice Cube in the house, Dr. Dre in full effect
MC Ren cold rockin' it
And you know this
Ayo Ren, what we gon' do?

[Verse 1: MC Ren & Dr. Dre + Eazy-E, Ice Cube]
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
[R] So Dre
[D] What up?
[R] Why don't you get the 12 gauge
[D] 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, dumb sucker)
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 (babysittin')
[Verse 2: MC Ren & (Dr. Dre)]
Dope - like a pound or a key (Yeah)
So you should shut up and listen to me
I make a killin'
I got money to the ceilin' (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

[Verse 3: Dr. Dre, MC Ren, Both]
Yo, now my name is Dre, the one and only doctor (Yeah)
Rippin' thangs up, (Oh yeah), and here to rock ya
With some help from my homeboy E (Yo)
The criminal of the Ruthless posse
Rippin' 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: MC Ren & Dr. Dre]
Speaking of Compton, it's making me sick
Everybody's on that gangsta tip
[D] Saying they were raised in the CPT (Uh-huh)
[D] Just 'cause I was, they try to be like me
Poppin' that trash, get the hell out my face
Knowin' that they never even seen the place
Claiming my city, it's my city they claim
For all you suckers, we're about to put some salt in your game
[Break: Dr. Dre + MC Ren]
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about, Ren
Yeah Dre, I still think they don't know what you talkin' about, man
Suckers be on the tip
They be on the tip for real
Yeah, they do
Yo, let's tell everybody who talkin' about right here
Alright

[Verse 6: Dr. Dre & MC Ren]
What do you call a crew that can rap like that?
[R] Yo N.W.A call them punk suckers wack
[D] Yeah, you know that
[D] Yo, let's tell them why we call them wack
[D] They got a wacky wack record with a wacky wack crew
[R] Yo, what about the lyrics?
[D] Yo, that's wacky wack too
[R] With a wacky wack style and a wacky wack show
[D] Ayo Ren, what about the scratching, is it def?
[R] Hell no!
The wacky wacky record is so wacky wacky wack
The wacky wacky Cracker Jack needs to step the hell back

[Break: Dr. Dre + MC Ren]
Do you want some of this?
("Hell no, he replied")
Dre, the muthaf- doctor
Well, for the record, it's Ren, and for the street, it's Villain
Dre, the muthaf- 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- 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 7: MC Ren]
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'ma 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 (Seven)
'Cause you will need it when you see I don't give a f-
My identity, and the rap is getting shown (Word)
Without a video I'm still getting known
I'm at a show then my picture is taken (Yeah)
One click of the flash and all the suckers 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 (For the moment)
Until I dog out the so called opponent
That's standing in the zone of the twilight (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 pumpin' my lyrics, you should shut up
And don't attempt to speak (Yeah)
Because it's bad enough you're rollin' up my creek
With a brother like Ren about the hit
Now let me hear you dumb suckers talk some more sh-
Or I'ma bust you all in your mouth
Yo, unless you're saying, "Compton's in the house"

[Verse 8: Dr. Dre]
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 them 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 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 in the house")

[Outro: Dr. Dre & MC Ren]
Ah yeah, right about now, it's time to put Compton on the map
Yo, Compton's already on the map
Oh, word?
Yeah, you know it
Check this out
All you stupid brothers out there, don't ever think you can get none
Yo, this is MC Ren, Dr. Dre, Eazy-E, Ice Cube, DJ Yella
And the rest of the NWA gang, yo, we outta here
("Compton's in the house")
("Compton-Comp-Comp-Comp-Compton, Comp-Comp-Comp-Compton")
("Comp-Comp-Comp-Compton's in the house")