Oh yeah, right about now, Compton's in the mother***in' 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 mother***in' house right now? Who's in the house? Pump that *** up, come on Yeah, yeah, yeah Compton's definitely in the mother***in' 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 mother***in' 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 mother***er 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 bull***tin' Dope, like a pound or a key So shut the *** up and listen to me I make a killin', I got money to the ceiling Cause I'm a mother***in' ruthless villain MC Ren Stoppin' any fool in my way With some help from my homeboy Dre Now my name is Dre, the mother***in' doctor Rippin' *** up, and here to rock ya With some help from my homeboy E The criminal of the ruthless posse ***in' 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 *** Sayin' they were raised in the CPT Uh-huh Just cause I was, they try to be like me Poppin' that ***, get the *** out my face Knowin' that they never even seen the place Claimin' my city, it's my city they claim Mother***er, we're about to put some salt in your game Yeah, I'm tired of these mother***ers runnin' around town Talkin' about they from Compton and *** 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 mother***ers 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 ***'s wacky-wack too With a ***ed-up style and a ***ed-up show Hey, yo, Ren, what about the scratchin'? Is it deaf? *** no The mother***in' record is so mother***in' wack That mother***in' cracker Jack need to step the *** back Back, back, back, back, back Do you want some of this? Hell no, he be blind Play the mother***in' doctor Before the record is ran and before the street is fillin' Play the mother***in' 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 mother***in' coroner I'm gettin' rid of mother***ers 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 *** 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 *** My identity and this *** 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 *** up the so-called opponent That's standin' in the zone of the twilight Sayin' how in the *** 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 *** creep With a nigga like Ren about to hit Now let me hear you mother***ers talk some more *** 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 mother***in' 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 mother***ers 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