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)