Keep Their Heads Ringin' Songtext
von Dr. Dre

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 headz ringin′
(Ding, ding-dong, ring-gadin' ding, ding-dong)
Keep their headz ringin'
(Ding, ding-dong, ring-gadin′ 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 Blackula


As I drain a niggas 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′ headz ringin'

(Ding, ding-dong, ring-gadin′ ding, ding-dong)
Keep their headz ringin'
(Ding, ding-dong, ring-gadin′ ding, ding-dong)

One, two for the crew, three-fo' for the dough
Five for the hoe, 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 my meal ticket
So you goddamn right I′m gonna 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 astronaut

As I blast past another niggas 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' headz ringin

(Ding, ding-dong, ring-gadin′ ding, ding-dong)
Keep their headz ringin'
(Ding, ding-dong, ring-gadin' ding, ding-dong)

If you want to get on down
You got to get on down
Just get on down

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 N Glow

Many tried to, but just can't rock with
I′m 6-1, 225, a 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

(Ding, ding-dong, ring-gadin′ ding, ding-dong)
I keep their motherfuckin' heads ringin
(Ding, ding-dong, ring-gadin′ ding, ding-dong)
I keep their heads ringin'

(Ding, ding-dong, ring-gadin′ ding, ding-dong)
I keep their heads ringin'
(Ding, ding-dong, ring-gadin' ding, ding-dong)
Oh, 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 bumpin′ your head
'Cause I can see you
You can′t see me
Ha-ha, yeah

Death Row
Let me know you're in the house (biatch)
Ha-ha, yeah
That′s right, we're out