[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")