Dr. Dre - Keep Their Heads Ringin' lyrics

Yeah, what up, this is Dr dre
The party's goin' on thank God it's Friday

(Buck buck buck buck booyakasha)
(Buck buck buck buck booyakasha)
(Buck buck buck buck booyakasha)
(Buck buck buck buck booyakasha)
Keep their heads ringin'! (Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong)
Keep their heads ringin'! (Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong)

Hey you! Sittin over there say what?
(You better get up out of your 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 your neck
So call me "Blacula"
As I drain a nigga's jugular vein
And maintain to leave blood stains
So don't complain
Just chill, listen to the beats I spill
Keeping it real enables me
To make another mil'
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 floats 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
They motherfuckin' heads ringin'
(Ring ding dong ring-a-ding ding ding dong)
Keep their heads ringin'! (Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong)

1, 2 for the crew, 3, 4 for the dough
5 for the hoes (hoes) 6, 7, 8 for Death Row
Mad niggas about to feel the
Full effect of intellect
So I can collect respect - plus a check
Now I fin' to get into my mental
Will take care of this business I need
To attend to 'cause 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
Running niggas over like Christine
When I rock the spot with the flavor I got
I get plenty of ass
So call me an ass-tronaut
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
Niggas 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 smokescreen with the funky green
To keep your eyes slanted
So check the flavor that I'm bringin'
The motherfuckin' D-R-E will keep
They motherfuckin' heads ringin'
(Ring ding dong ring-a-ding ding ding dong)
Keep their heads ringin'! (Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong)

If you want to get on down
You gotta get on down just get on down

Debonair with flair, I scare wear and tear
Without a care
Running shit as if I was a mayor
But I ain't no politician, no competition
Sending all opposition to see a mortician
I'm up front, never in the backdrop
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 & Glo
Many tried to, but just can't rock with
I'm 6'1", 225 of pure chocolate
Your chances of jacking me are slim, G
'Cause I rock from summer until
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
They motherfuckin' heads ringin'

(Ring ding dong ring-a-ding ding ding dong)
Keep their motherfuckin' heads ringin'!
(Ring ding dong ring-a-ding ding ding dong)
Keep their heads ringin'! (Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong)
Keep their heads ringin'! (Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong)
Yeah, uh, come on!

If you want to get on down
You gotta get on down just get on down
If you want to get on down
You gotta get on down just get on down

I know you're bobbin' your head
'Cause I can see you
I know you're bobbin' your head
'Cause I can see you you can't see me!
Death Row, let me know you in the house
(Beyotch) yeah, that's right, we out