Yeah, whattup? This is Dr. Dre
The party's goin' on
Thank God it's Friday
Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyaka shan
Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyaka shan
Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyaka shan
Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyaka shan
Keep their headz ringin
(Ring ding dong ringa ding ding ding dong)
Keep their headz ringin
(Ring ding dong ringa ding ding ding dong)
Hey you, sittin' over there
(Say what?)
You better get up out off your chair
(That's right)
And work your body down
(Yeah)
No time to funk around 'cause we gon'
Funk you, right on up
So get up, get a move on and get your groove on
It's the D R E, the spectacular
In a party, I go for your neck, so call me Blackula
As I drain a niggaz jugular vein
And maintain to leave blood stains, so don't complain
Just chill, listen to the beats I spill
Keepin' it real enables me to make another meal
Still niggaz run up and try to kill at will
But get popped like a pimple, so call me Clearasil
I wipe niggaz off the face of the earth since birth
I been a bad nigga, now let me tell you what I'm worth
More than a Stealth Bomber, I cause drama
The enforcer, music floats like a flyin' saucer
Or a 747 jet, never forget
I'm that nigga that keeps the hoes panties wet
The mic gets smoked, once you hear the beat kick
With grooves so funky, they come with a Speed Stick
So check the flavor that I'm bringin'
The motherfuckin' D R E will keep they motherfuckin' heads ringin'
Keep their headz ringin
(Ring ding dong ringa ding ding ding dong)
Keep their headz ringin
(Ring ding dong ringa ding ding ding dong)
One, two for the crew, three, fo' for the dough
Five for the hoe, six, seven, eight for Death Row
(Hoe)
Mad niggaz about to feel the full effect of intellect
So I can collect respect, plus a check
Now I fin' to, get into to my mental
Will take care of this business I need to attend to 'coz my rent's due
And this rap shit's my meal ticket
So you goddamn right I'm gonna kick it or get evicted
I bring terror like Stephen King
A black Casanova, runnin' niggaz over like Christine
When I rock the spot with the flavor I got
I get plenty of ass, so call me an ass-tronaut
As I blast past another nigga's ass that thought he was strong
But I smoke him like grass, just like Cheech and Chong
When I flow, niggaz know, it's time to take a hike
'Cause I grab the mic and flip my tongue like a dyke
I got rhymes to keep you enchanted
Produce a smokescreen with the funky green to keep your eyes slanted
So check the flavor that I'm bringin'
The motherfuckin' D R E will keep they motherfuckin' heads ringin'
Keep their headz ringin
(Ring ding dong ringa ding ding ding dong)
Keep their headz ringin
(Ring ding dong ringa ding ding ding dong)
Yeah, c'mon
If you want to get on down
Yeah, c'mon
You gotta get on down
It's like that
Just get on down
Debonair with flair, I scare wear and tear
Without a care, runnin' shit as if I was a mayor
But I ain't no politician, no competition
Sendin' all opposition to see a mortician
I'm up front, never in the back drop
Step on stage and get faded just like a flat top
Your rhyme sounds like you bought 'em at Stop-N-Go
Dre came to wax you so, just call me Mop N' Glow
Many tried to but just can't rock with
I'm 6 1, 225, a pure chocolate
Your chances of jackin' me are slim, G
'Cause I rock from summer 'til Santa comes down the chimney
Ho, ho, ho and so as I continue to flow
'Cause yo, I'm just a fly Negro
So, check the flavor that I'm bringin'
The motherfuckin' D R E will keep they motherfuckin' heads ringin'
Keep their headz ringin
(Ring ding dong ringa ding ding ding dong)
Keep their headz ringin
(Ring ding dong ringa ding ding ding dong)
Yeah, c'mon
If you want to get on down
Yeah, Death Row, back up in that ass
You gotta get on down
For the 1 9 9 to the nickel
Just get on down
So all you motherfuckers out there tryin' to get with this
Don't even try it
If you want to get on down
You couldn't see us with binoculars, can you dig it?
You gotta get on down
Yeah
Just get on down
I know you're bobbin' your head 'cause I can see you
I know you're bobbin' your head 'cause I can see you
You can't see me? Yeah
Death Row, let me know you in the house
(Beotch)
Yeah, that's right, we out
