Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Something Like That, artist - N.W.A.
Date of issue: 11.09.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Something Like That |
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 beats? |
Yo, we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house |
Compton’s definately in the house. |
Yo Ren, whatta we gonna |
call this? |
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 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 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 of a nigga lookin’up to me that really had the nerve that he could fuck 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 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 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 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 motherfuckers with the ego hype |
cause 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 CNW |
Yeah, hey, yo Ren, whatta we gonna call this shit? |
Tell’em what yo name is? |
Yeah something like that… |