Intro:
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Yeah, whattup, this is Dr. Dre
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The party's goin on
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Thank God it's Friday
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["Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan!" - KRS One" repeat 4X]
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Chorus:
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Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong ring-gading ding ding dong)
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repeat 2X
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Verse One:
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[Hey you, sittin over there] Say what?
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[You better get up out of your chair] That's right
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[And work your body down] Yeahhh...
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[No time to funk around, cause we gon....]
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Funk, you, right on up
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So get up, get a move on, and get your groove on
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It's the D-R-E the spectacular
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In a party I go for your neck so call me Blackula
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As I drain a niggaz jugular vein
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and maintain to leave blood stains so don't complain
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Just chill, listen to the beats I spill
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Keepin it real, enables me to make another meal
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Still, niggaz run up and try to kill at will
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But get popped like a pimple, so call me Clearasil
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I wipe niggaz off the face of the Earth since birth
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I been a bad nigga, now let me tell you what I'm worth
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More than a Stealth bomber, I cause drama
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The enforcer, music flows like a flying saucer
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Or a 747 jet, never forget
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I'm that nigga that keeps the hoes panties wet
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The mic gets smoked, once you hear the beat kick
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With grooves so funky, they come with a Speed Stick
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So check the flavor that I'm bringin
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The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin
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(Chorus)
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Verse Two:
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One-two for the crew, three-fo' for the dough
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Five for the hoe, six-seven-eight for Death Row
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Mad niggaz about to feel the full effect of intellect
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So I can collect respect, plus a check
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Now I fin' to, get into to, my mental
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will take care of this business I need to attend to, cuz my rent's due
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And this rap shit's my meal ticket
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So you god damn right I'm gonna kick it, or get evicted
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I bring terror like Stephen King
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A black Casanova, runnin niggaz over like Christine
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When I rock the spot with the flavor I got
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I kick plenty of ass, so call me an astronaut
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As I blast past another nigga's ass that thought he was strong
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But I smoke him like grass, just like Cheech and Chong
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When I flow, niggaz know, it's time to take a hike
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Cause I grab the mic and flip my tongue like a dyke
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I got rhymes to keep you enchanted
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Produce a smokesscreen with the funky green to keep your eyes slanted
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So check the flavor that I'm bringin
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The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin
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(Chorus)
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Verse Three:
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Debonairre with flair, I scare wear and tear
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without a care, runnin shit as if I was a mayor
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But I ain't no politician, no competition
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Sendin all opposition to see a mortician
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I'm up front, never in the back drop
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Step on stage and get faded just like a flat top
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Your rhyme sounds like you bought em at Stop N Go
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Dre came to wax you so, just call me Mop N Glow
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Many tried to, but just can't rock with
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I'm 6-1, 225, a pure chocolate
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Your chances of jackin me are slim G
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Cause I rock from summer til Santa comes down the chimney
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Ho ho ho, and so, as I continue to flow
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Cause yo, I'm just a fly negro
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So, check the flavor that I'm bringin
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The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin
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(Chorus)
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Keep Their Headz Ringin
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Dr.Dre |