[Dre] Ah yeah, yo Ren, yo ready to do this shit?

[Ren] Yeah, Dre, let's rip shit up

[Dre] Hey, yo Yella Boy, why don't you kick me one of them

funky beats?

[Ren] Yo, we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house

[Dre] Compton's definately in the house. Yo Ren, whatta we gonna

call this? Tell'em what yo name is?

[Ren] Yeah something like that

[Dre] Allright, let's kick this shit on the one

Kick it


Back by demand, now it's big as f**k

because you as the public, you should know what's up

"Compton's in the House" was more than gold, it was a hit

cause it was based on some crazy shit

So our final conclusion has been permitted

Punks made us a target and knew that we'd hit it

But that was a part of showbizz

Hey yo homeboy, why don't you tell'em what your name is?

Well for the record it's Ren, and for the street it's villain

And strapped with a gat, it's more like Matt Dillon

on "Gunsmoke", but not a man of the law

I'm just the baddest motherf**ker that you ever saw

See, I peep and then I creep on a fool

Get my bloodpressure high but still stay cool

Dig a grave of a ni**a lookin' up to me

that really had the nerve that he could f**k with me

Who was the man in the mass, while I was waitin' to axe

you know, it's MC Ren kickin' mucho ass

Gettin' respect in showbizz

Hey yo homeboy [Dre: Whassup?] Why don't you tell'em what yo name is?


Dre, the motherf**kin' doctor, bitch hopper

The sucker-motherf**ker stopper

Back with a vocal track that's a fresh one

so now, let's get the motherf**kin' session

goin', flowin'. It's time to start throwin'

rhymes. So keep in mind all the suckers I'm blowin'

cause I'm a start showin' the time

Never sayin' I'm the best and just goin' for mine

Unlike a lotta suckers who claim they're gettin' busy

when their records only make good frisbees

You need to stop runnin' off the mouth

Stop and think before you put some whack bullshit out


It's not difficult, in fact it's kinda simple

to create something funky that's original

You need to talk about the place to be

who you are, what you got, about a suck MC


[Dre] Oh yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about, Ren,

You know what I'm sayin'?

[Ren] Yeah, I know what you're sayin', Dre, but you

still ain't told'em enough, man

[Dre] Allright, Allright

Well, let's kick one more right here, allright

Kick it


This is portable, something to f**k with yo ear

Ren and Dre will appear when the sound is clear

to f**k it up like we always do, and that's the trick

Sayin' some shit to make the bitches wanna suck our dicks

But it's an everyday thang

communicating to y'all with the Compton slang

Compton's back in the house and your appartment

so open your door, by the way, so we can start it

Test the monitors and call this mic

cause the way we feel, we're gonna f**k it up tonight

I got my mic in my hand, with a hell of a grip

Bitches screamin' and shit, now it's a trip

Waitin' for the grand finale, or the end

or stupid rhymes set be Dre and Ren

Well, like a kid, we get new shoes and go faster

Smilin', like hell, as we move past the

suckers, the motherf**kers with the ego hype

cause we're positive and they're on a negative type

and if think we're about to quit...

motherf**ker you ain't heard shit


[Dre] Yeah, that shit was funky, you know what I'm sayin', Ren?

[Ren] I know what you're sayin', this is MC Ren and Dr.Dre

cold kickin' it in the place

[Dre] Ah yeah, my mellow Eazy E in the house

Yella Boy in the house

my boy Ice Cube

Arabian Prince cold rockin' shit

[Ren] Oh yeah, hey, I'm a say whassup to my homeboys from CNW

[Dre] Yeah, hey, yo Ren, whatta we gonna call this shit?

Tell'em what yo name is?

[Ren] Yeah something like that...