Dr. Dre Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Funky Flute Lyrics

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