Back by demand, now it's big as fuck
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, what'cha 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 motherfucker 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 for the nigga looking up to me
That really had the nerve, that he could fuck with me
Who was the man in the mass, while I was waiting to axe
You know it's MC Ren, kicking mucho ass
Getting respect in showbizz
Hey yo homeboy. (What's up?)
What'cha tell'em what your name is?
Dre, the motherfucking doctor
Bitch hopper, the sucker-motherfucker stopper
Back with a vocal track that's a fresh one
So now, let's get the motherfucking session
Going, flowing, it's time to start throwing rhymes
So keep in mind all the suckers I'm blowing
'Cause I'm a start showing the time
Never saying I'm the best and just going for mine
Unlike a lot of suckers, who claim they're getting busy
When their records only make good frisbees
You need to quit running off the mouth
Stop and think, before you put some whack bullshit out
It's not difficult, in fact it's kind of simple
To create something funky that's original
You're either talking about the place to be
Who you are, what'cha got, or about a sucker MC
This is portable, something to fuck with your ear
Ren and Dre will appear, when the sound is clear
To fuck it up like we always do, and that's the trick
Saying some shit to make the bitches want to suck our dicks
But it's an every day thangCommunicating to ya'll with the Compton slang
Compton's back in the house and your apartment
So open your door, by the way, so we can start it
Test the monitors and call this micBecause the way we feel, we're gonna fuck it up tonight
I've got my mic in my hand, with the hell of a grip
Bitches screaming and shit, now it's a trip
Waiting for the grand finale, or the end
Or stupid rhymes set by Dre and Ren
Well, like a kid, we get new shoes and go faster
Smiling, like hell, as we move past the suckers
The motherfuckers with the ego hype
Well we're positive and they're on a negative type
And if you think we're about to quit...
Motherfucker you ain't heard shit