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by Dr. Dre
# Debut Chart
10 Mar '95 Hot 100
10 Mar '95 R&B

Lyrics

Yeah, whattup, this is Dr. Dre The party's going on Thank God it's Friday (CHORUS) Keep their heads ringing Ring ding dong Ring a ding ding ding dong Keep their heads ringing Ring ding dong Ring a ding ding ding dong Hey, you, sitting over there Say what Better get up outta your chair That's right And work your body down (Yeah) no time to funk around Cause we gonna Funk you right on up So get up, get a move on And get your groove on


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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 Keeping 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 bringing The motherfucking D-R-E will keep Their motherfucking heads ringing (CHORUS) One two for the crew Three four 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 Cause my rent's due And this rap shit's my meal ticket So you god damn right I'm gonna kick it or get evicted I bring terror like Stephen King A black Casanova Running niggaz over like Christine When I rock the spot With the flavor I got I get 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 smoke screen With the funky green To keep your eyes slanted So check the flavor that I'm bringing The motherfucking D-R-E will keep Their motherfucking heads ringing (CHORUS) Yeah, come on If you want to get on down You gotta get on down Just get on down It's like that Debonaire with flair I scare wear and tear Without a care, running shit As if I was a mayor But I ain't no politician No competition Sending 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 of pure chocolate Your chances of Jacking 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 bringing The motherfucking D-R-E will keep Their motherfucking heads ringing (CHORUS) Yeah, uh, I keep their Motherfucking heads ringing Yeah, uh, I keep their heads ringing Get it, get, get it I keep their heads ringing Haha, yeah, come on If you want to get on down You gotta get on down Just get on down.... Yeah, Death Row Back up in that ass For the 199 to the nickel So all you motherfuckers out there Trying to get with this don't even try You couldn't see us through binoculars Yeah, uh I know you bobbing your head Cause I can see you Uh, I know you bobbing your head Cause I can see you You can't see me, ha ha, yeah Death Row Let me know you in the house (Biyatch) ha ha Yeah, that's right We out

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