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" repeat 4x]
Chorus:
Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong ring-gading ding ding dong)
Repeat 2x
Verse one:
[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 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 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)
Verse two:
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 god damn 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 smokesscreen 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)
Verse three:
Debonairre 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)
