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Keep Their Heads Ringin'
Dr. Dre 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 'bout 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 'n Glow
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)
I keep their motherfuckin' heads ringin'!
(Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong)
I keep their heads ringin'!
(Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong)
I 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
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, lemme know you in the house (Beyotch!)
Yeah, that's right, we out

Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JAMES ANDERSON, SAM SNEED, ANDRE YOUNG, GWENDOLYN CHISOLM, ANGELA BROWN, CHERYL COOK, SYLVIAN ROBINSON

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Party Artie

This generation could never understand what a glorious time in Hip Hop this was. I was so blessed to have experienced it.

Condamine1

Thats why I'm glad I was born in the 90s

Zlydell

I was alive when he dropped this

Unknown Entity

I'm 10 and I wish I could've grown up in this generation

Party Artie

@Woo UK This comment legit gave me goosebumps! You took it back. I remember all of this like it was yesterday.

Woo UK

Happy to have been there , around this time I was listening Murder was the case, eazy E has just passed away and Westwood was playing Biggies one more chance remix and Mobb deeps shook ones and Batman forever had just come out, and Warren g did the record with Slick Rick on behind bars, 2pac dropped my block on the show soundtrack, above the rim was in my VHS and Wu Tang were dropping mad tracks all
Over the place

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Tropical99

No yelling, no annoying noises...just a dope voice, rhyming and hard beat. It's that simple.

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Hell ya bro

Actiontime70

@MikeD83 yeah but the reason I still respect him is because he’s not afraid to admit it unlike other rappers

cachirulo666

Es porque esa mierda si es real ... como la shit de ahora que vive alardeando de ser algo que no es

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