Lyrics:

Yeah, what up? This is Dr. Dre
The party's goin' on
Thank God it's Friday
Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyaka shan
Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyaka shan
Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyaka shan
Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyaka shan
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
Keepin' it real, enables me to make another meal
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 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, I 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)
One, two for the crew, three, four for the dough
Five for the 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 fin' to, get into to 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 King
A black Casanova, runnin' nigga 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, I 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) yeah, come on
If you want to get on down (uh, yeah)
You got to get on down (come on)
Just get on down (it's like that)
Debonair 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 and Glo
Many tried to, but just can't rock with
I'm 6'1', 225 of 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, I keep their motherfuckin' heads ringin'
(Ring, ding-dong, ring-a-ding, ding, ding-dong)
Uh, 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) uh, c'mon
If you want to get on down
You got to get on down
Just get on down
If you want to get on down
You got to get on down
Just get on down

I know you bobbin' your head
'Cause I can see you
You can't see me
Haha, yeah
Death Row, let me know you're in the house (biatch)
Haha, yeah
That's right, we're out