N.W.A - Something Like That lyrics

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

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

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?

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'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 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

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

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 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 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 think we're about to quit
Motherfucker you ain't heard shit

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'm a 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