Oh yeah, right about now, Compton's in the motherfuckin' house N.W.A. is in full effect Ay yo, Yella Boy, kick me that funky ass beat right here Yeah, yeah, yeah Who's in the motherfuckin' house right now? Who's in the house? Pump that shit up, come on Yeah, yeah, yeah Compton's definitely in the motherfuckin' house Ay yo, Ray, what we gon' do? To the people over here To the people over there To the people, the people, the people, people, the people, the people The people, people from everywhere watchin' the show Payin' top dollars because they know When we're on the stage, we're in a motherfuckin' rage So Dre, what up? Why don't you get the 12 games? Yeah And show em' how easy does it So if ya punks wanna make somethin' of it Step up, run up, get up, what's up suckas? Did you want some of this? Then you're a stupid motherfucker Kickin' like the kick from a kick drum Yella Boy on the drum gettin' dumb Programmin' a beat that's hittin' And if you listen then you know we're not bullshittin' Dope, like a pound or a key So shut the fuck up and listen to me I make a killin', I got money to the ceiling Cause I'm a motherfuckin' ruthless villain MC Ren Stoppin' any fool in my way With some help from my homeboy Dre Now my name is Dre, the motherfuckin' doctor Rippin' shit up, and here to rock ya With some help from my homeboy E The criminal of the ruthless posse Fuckin' it up Word up It's what we do The reputation of the N.W.A. 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 Compton Speakin' of Compton, it's makin' me sick Why? Everybody's talkin' that crazy shit Sayin' they were raised in the CPT Uh-huh Just cause 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 Claimin' my city, it's my city they claim Motherfucker, we're about to put some salt in your game Yeah, I'm tired of these motherfuckers runnin' around town Talkin' about they from Compton and shit Tryin' to get on the bandwagon Yeah, Dre, I know what you sayin', man But let's tell them who we talkin' about On the what? What do you call a crew that can rap like that? Yo, N.W.A. call them motherfuckers wack Yeah, you know what time it is But let's tell them 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 Hey, yo, Ren, what about the scratchin'? Is it deaf? Fuck no The motherfuckin' record is so motherfuckin' wack That motherfuckin' cracker Jack need to step the fuck back Back, back, back, back, back Do you want some of this? Hell no, he be blind Play the motherfuckin' doctor Before the record is ran and before the street is fillin' Play the motherfuckin' doctor Before the record is ran and before the street is fillin' Yella, boy, won't you kick me one of them funky-ass beats? My boy Ice Cube Yo, we got my own boy Eazy-E in the house Won't you tell him what your name is? MC Ren is the motherfuckin' coroner I'm gettin' rid of motherfuckers as if they was a foreigner Show no greed to pretend when I send A punch, you can block it, but I'ma still get in This ain't a TKO and a first But it's some shit from a nigga in black And much worse than a beat from Tyson Cause Ren is not nice and your ass is better off Just rollin' the dice and findin' you a number for luck Cause you'll need it when you see I don't give a fuck My identity and this shit is gettin' shown Without a video, I'm still gettin' known I'm at a show, then my picture is taken One click of the flash and punk niggas are breakin' To the door, tryin' to join my fan club Lip-syncin' over one of my dubs And instrumental is scratched for the moment Until I fuck up the so-called opponent That's standin' in the zone of the twilight Sayin' how in the fuck did he get mixed up in my fight? It wasn't a mistake, it was a setup 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 shit creep With a nigga like Ren about to hit Now let me hear you motherfuckers talk some more shit Or I'ma bust your ass in the mouth Unless you're sayin' Compton's in the house Who really cares about a sucker on a takeoff? 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's gettin' stronger Compton's in the house but now it's somethin' 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 motherfuckin' 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 Yeah, it's time to put Compton on the map Put on everything you can get none You stupid motherfuckers Compton's in the house Compton, Compton, Compton Compton, Compton, Compton Compton, Compton, Compton Compton's in the house Compton, Compton, Compton Compton, Compton, Compton