Yeah, what up, this is Dr. DreThe partys goin onThank God its FridayBuck, buck, buck, buck, booyakashaBuck, buck, buck, buck, booyakashaBuck, buck, buck, buck, booyakashaBuck, buck, buck, buck, booyakashaKeep their heads ringinRing, ding, dongRing-a-ding-ding-ding-dongKeep their heads ringinRing, ding, dongRing-a-ding-ding-ding-dongHey you! Sittin over there (say what?)You better get up out of your chair (thats right)And work your body down (yeah)No time to funk around, cause we gonFunk you right on upSo get up, get a move on and get your groove onIts the D-R-E the spectacularIn a party I go for your neck, so call me "Blacula"As I drain a niggas jugular veinAnd maintain to leave blood stains, so dont complainJust chill, listen to the beats I spillKeeping it real enables me to make another milStill, niggas run up and try to kill at willBut get popped like a pimple: so call me ClearasilI wipe niggas off the face of the Earth since birthIve been a bad nigga, now let me tell you what Im worthMore than a stealth bomber, I cause dramaThe enforcer, music floats like a flying saucerOr a 747 jet, never forgetIm that nigga that keeps the hoes panties wetThe mic gets smoked once you hear the beat kickWith grooves so funky, they come with a Speed StickSo check the flavor that Im bringinThe motherfuckin D-R-E will keep they motherfuckin heads ringinRing, ding, dongRing-a-ding-ding-ding-dongKeep their heads ringinRing, ding, dongRing-a-ding-ding-ding-dongOne, two for the crew, three, four for the doughFive for the hoes (hoes) six, seven, eight for Death RowMad niggas about to feel the full effect of intellectSo I can collect respect, plus a checkNow Im fin to get into my mentalWill take care of this business I need to attend to cause my rents dueAnd this rap shits my meal ticketSo you goddamn right Ima kick it or get evictedI bring terror like Stephen KingA black Casanova, running niggas over like ChristineWhen I rock the spot with the flavor I gotI get plenty of ass, so call me an ass-tronautAs I blast past another niggas ass that thought he was strongBut I smoke him like grass, just like Cheech and ChongWhen I flow, niggas know its time to take a hikeCause I grab the mic and flip my tongue like a dykeI got rhymes to keep you enchantedProduce a smokescreen with the funky green to keep your eyes slantedSo check the flavor that Im bringinThe motherfuckin D-R-E will keep they motherfuckin heads ringinRing, ding, dongRing-a-ding-ding-ding-dongKeep their heads ringinRing, ding, dongRing-a-ding-ding-ding-dongIf you want to get on downYou gotta get on downJust get on downDebonair with flair, I scare wear and tearWithout a care, running shit as if I was a mayorBut I aint no politician, no competitionSending all opposition to see a morticianIm up front, never in the backdropStep on stage and get faded just like a flat-topYour rhyme sounds like you bought em at Stop n GoDre came to wax you, so just call me Mop n GlowMany tried to, but just cant rock withIm 61", 225, Im pure chocolateYour chances of jacking me are slim, GCause I rock from summer until Santa comes down the chimneyHo ho ho, and so, as I continue to flowCause yo, Im just a fly negro, soCheck the flavor that Im bringinThe motherfuckin D-R-E will keep they motherfuckin heads ringinRing, ding, dongRing-a-ding-ding-ding-dongKeep their heads ringinRing, ding, dongRing-a-ding-ding-ding-dongKeep their heads ringinRing, ding, dongRing-a-ding-ding-ding-dongKeep their heads ringinRing, ding, dongRing-a-ding-ding-ding-dongYeah, uh, come onIf you want to get on downYou gotta get on downJust get on downIf you want to get on downYou gotta get on downJust get on downI know youre bobbin your headCause I can see youYou cant see meYeahDeath Row, let me know you in the house (biatch!)Yeah, thats right, we out
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