Keep Their Heads Ringin'

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