| Lyrics: | Spoken intro:
Yeah, whattup, this is Dr. Dre
The party's goin on
Thank God it's
Friday
["Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan!" - KRS One" rpt
4X]
Chorus:
Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong, ring-gading ding ding
dong)
repeat 2X
Hey you, sittin over there
Say what?
You
better get up out of your chair
That's right
And work your body
down
Yeahhh...
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 nigga's 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 flows like a flying 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 their
motherfuckin headz
ringin
Chorus
One-two for the crew, three-fo' for the dough
Five for the
hoe, six-seven-eight for Death Row
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 cuz 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 kick plenty of ass, so call me an astronaut
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 their motherfuckin headz ringin
Chorus
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 their motherfuckin headz ringin.
Chorus |
