Something Like That

[Spoken Intro: Dr. Dre & MC Ren]

Ah yeah, yo Ren, yo ready to do this shit?

Yeah, Dre, let's rip shit up

Hey yo, Yella Boy, why don't you kick me one of them funky ass beats?

Yo, we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house

Yeah, Compton's definitely in the house

Yo Ren, what we gonna call this shit? Tell 'em what yo name is

Yeah something like that

Alright, let's kick this shit on the one

Kick it

[Verse 1: MC Ren & Dr. Dre, Dr. Dre]

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 showbiz

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

[Verse 2: MC Ren & Dr. Dre]

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 blood pressure high, but still stay cool

Dig a grave of a nigga lookin' up to me

That really had the nerve that he could fuck with me

Who was the man in the mask, while I was waitin' to ask

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

Gettin' respect in showbiz

Hey yo homeboy, what's up?

Why don't you tell 'em what your name is?

[Verse 3: Dr. Dre]

Dre, the motherfuckin' doctor, bitch hopper

The sucker-motherfucker stopper

Back with a vocal track that's a fresh one

So now, let's get the motherfuckin' session

Goin', flowin'. It's time to start throwin' - rhymes

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

Cause I'ma 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 quit 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 either talkin' 'bout the place to be

Who you are, what you got, or about a sucker MC

[Interlude: Dr. Dre & MC Ren]

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

You know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, I know what you're sayin', Dre, but you still ain't told 'em enough, man

Alright, alright

Well, let's kick one more verse right here, alright

Kick it

[Verse 4: MC Ren & Dr. Dre]

This is portable, something to fuck with yo ear

Ren and Dre will appear when the sound is clear

To fuck 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 apartment

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

Test the monitors and cordless mic

Cause the way we feel, we're gonna fuck 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 by Dre and Ren

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

Smilin', 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

[Outro: MC Ren & Dr. Dre]

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

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

Cold kickin' it in the place

Ah yeah, my mellow Eazy-E in the house

Yella Boy in the house

My boy Ice Cube

Arabian Prince cold rockin' shit

Oh yeah, hey, I'ma say whassup to my homeboys from CMW

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

"Tell 'em what yo' name is?"

Yeah something like that...