keep their heads ringin' Songtext - Dr. Dre

Hehe, yeah. What up?
This is Dr. Dre.
The party's goin' on.
Thank God it's Friday...
Keep their heads ringin'...

Keep their heads ringin'...

Ah, yeah...

Hey, you, sittin' over there.
Say what?
You better get up out of yo chair.
That's right.
And work your body down...
Yeah.
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 ya neck, so call me Blackula.
As I drain a niggas jugular vein,
And maintain to leave bloodstains,
So don't complain.
Just chill, listen to the beats I spill.
Keepin' it real enables me to make another mill.
Still niggas run up and try to kill at will.
But get popped like a pimple, so call me clearasil.
I wipe niggas off the face of the earth,
Since birth.
I've 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 get 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 muthaphukkin' D - R - E,
I keep their muthaphukkin' heads ringin'...

Uh, yeah. Keep their heads ringin'...

1, 2 for the crew.
3, 4 for the dough.
5 for the ho.
6, 7, 8 for Death Row.

Come on.
Haha
Just get on down.
It's like that.

Debonnaire 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 upfront, never in a back-drop,
Step on stage and get faded just like a flat top.
Your rhyme sounds like you bought 'em in "Stop-and-Go".
Dre came to wax you so just call me "Mop-and-Glow".
Many try to, but just can't rock wit'.
I'm 6'1, 225 of pure chocolate.
Your chances of jackin' me are slmi, G.
'Cause I rock them summer til Santa comes down the chimney.
Hohoho, it's so as I continue to flow.
'Cause, yo, I'm just a fly Negro.
So check the flavor that I'm bringin'.
The muthaphukkin' D - R - E,
I keep their muthaphukkin' heads ringin'...

Yeah, uh. I keep their muthaphukkin' heads ringin'...

Yeah, uh. I keep their heads ringin'...

Get it? x3

I keep their heads ringin'...

Haha, yeah. Uh, come on.

Yeah, Death Row back up in that ass for the 199 to the nickel.
So all ya muthaphukkers out there tryin' to get with this don't even try.
You couldn't see us through binoculars.

Start jiggelin'... Haha...

Yeah, uh. I know ya bobbin' ya head.
'Cause I can see you.

Uh, I know ya bobbin' ya head.
'Cause I can see you.
You can't see me. Haha...
Yeah...

Death Row, let me know you in the house!
BIATCH!

Haha...
Yeah, that's right.
We out...

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