Dr. Dre - Keep Their Heads Ringin'

Yeah, what up, this is Dr. DreThe party's goin' onThank God it's FridayBuck, buck, buck, buck, booyakashaBuck, buck, buck, buck, booyakashaBuck, buck, buck, buck, booyakashaBuck, buck, buck, buck, booyakashaKeep their heads ringin'Ring, ding, dongRing-a-ding-ding-ding-dongKeep their heads ringin'Ring, ding, dongRing-a-ding-ding-ding-dongHey you! Sittin' over there (say what?)You better get up out of your chair (that's right)And work your body down (yeah)No time to funk around, 'cause we gon'Funk you right on upSo get up, get a move on and get your groove onIt's the D-R-E the spectacularIn a party I go for your neck, so call me "Blacula"As I drain a nigga's jugular veinAnd maintain to leave blood stains, so don't complainJust chill, listen to the beats I spillKeeping it real enables me to make another mil'Still, 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 birthI've been a bad nigga, now let me tell you what I'm worthMore than a stealth bomber, I cause dramaThe enforcer, music floats like a flying saucerOr a 747 jet, never forgetI'm 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 I'm bringin'The motherfuckin' D-R-E will keep they motherfuckin' heads ringin'Ring, ding, dongRing-a-ding-ding-ding-dongKeep their heads ringin'Ring, 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 I'm fin' to get into my mentalWill take care of this business I need to attend to 'cause my rent's dueAnd this rap shit's my meal ticketSo you goddamn right I'ma 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 nigga's ass that thought he was strongBut I smoke him like grass, just like Cheech and ChongWhen I flow, niggas know it's time to take a hike'Cause 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 I'm bringin'The motherfuckin' D-R-E will keep they motherfuckin' heads ringin'Ring, ding, dongRing-a-ding-ding-ding-dongKeep their heads ringin'Ring, 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 ain't no politician, no competitionSending all opposition to see a morticianI'm 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 can't rock withI'm 6'1", 225, I'm pure chocolateYour chances of jacking me are slim, G'Cause I rock from summer until Santa comes down the chimneyHo ho ho, and so, as I continue to flow'Cause yo, I'm just a fly negro, soCheck the flavor that I'm bringin'The motherfuckin' D-R-E will keep they motherfuckin' heads ringin'Ring, ding, dongRing-a-ding-ding-ding-dongKeep their heads ringin'Ring, ding, dongRing-a-ding-ding-ding-dongKeep their heads ringin'Ring, ding, dongRing-a-ding-ding-ding-dongKeep their heads ringin'Ring, 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 you're bobbin' your head'Cause I can see youYou can't see meYeahDeath Row, let me know you in the house (biatch!)Yeah, that's right, we out