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 One, two for the crew, three, four for the dough Five for the hoes (hoes) six, seven, eight for Death Row Mad niggas about to feel the full effect of intellect So I can collect respect, plus a check Now I'm 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 goddamn right I'ma kick it or get evicted I bring terror like Stephen K

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