Lyrics Something Like That - N.W.A.
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
Compton's
definitely
in
the
house.
Yo
Ren,
whatta
we
gonna
Call
this
shit?
Tell'em
what
yo
name
is?
Yeah
something
like
that
Allright,
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
axe
You
know,
it's
MC
Ren
kickin'
mucho
ass
Gettin'
respect
in
showbizz
Hey
yo
homeboy
(Whassup?)
Why
don't
you
tell'em
what
yo
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
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
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
Allright,
allright
Well,
let's
kick
one
more
verse
right
here,
allright
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
apartment
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
Cause
we're
positive
and
they're
on
a
negative
type
And
if
they
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
CNW
Yeah,
hey,
yo
Ren,
whatta
we
gonna
call
this
shit?
Tell'em
what
yo
name
is?
Yeah
something
like
that
1 Parental Discretion Iz Advised
2 Gangsta Gangsta
3 Quiet On tha Set
4 Something Like That
5 I Ain't tha 1
6 If It Ain't Ruff
7 Something 2 Dance 2
8 Compton's N the House (Remix)
9 F***k the Police
10 8 Ball (Remix)
11 Express Yourself (Edited)
12 Dopeman (Remix)
13 Fuck tha Police
14 Dopeman
15 If It Ain't Ruff
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