Текст песни
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