Keep Their Heads Ringin' Songtext / Lyric

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



Ring ding dong, ring a ding ding ding dong

Ring ding dong, ring a ding ding ding dong

Uh yeah



Hey you sittin' over there, say what?

You better get up outta your chair, that's right

And work your body down, yeah

No time to funk around cuz 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 spectacula

Interparty I go for your neck so call me Blackula






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've been a bad nigga

Now let me tell ya what I'm worth



More than a stealth bomba

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 mike gets smoked

Once you hear the beat kicked

With grooves so funky, they come with a Speed Stick

So check the flava that I'm bringin'

The motherfuckin' D-R-E

I keep they motherfuckin' heads ringin'



Ring ding dong, ring a ding ding ding dong

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 'bout to feel the full effect of intellect

So I can collect respect, plus a check

Now I'm fend to get into my men too

And take care of this business

I need to attend to, 'cuz 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' niggas over like Christine

When I rock the spot wit the flava I got

I kick plenty of ass, so call me an ass-tronaut



As I blast past another nigga's ass who 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

'Cuz I grab the mike and flip my tongue like a dike



I got rhymes to keep you enchanted

Produce a smokescreen with the funky green

And keep your eyes slanted

So check the flava that I'm bringin'

The mothafunkin' D-R-E

A keep their motherfuckin' heads ringin'



Ring ding dong, ring a ding ding ding dong

Ring ding dong, ring a ding ding ding dong

Yeah, c'mon



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, 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

I step on stage and get faded like a flattop

Your rhyme sounds like you bought 'em at Stop-n-go

Dre came to wax you, so just call me Mop-n-glo



Many try to, but just can't ride wit

I'm six one, two twenty-five of pure chocolate

Your chances of jackin' me are slim G

'Cuz I rock from summer 'til Santa comes down the chimney



Hoe hoe hoe and so as I continue to flow

'Cuz yo, I'm just a fly negro so

Check the flava that I'm bringin'

The mothafuckin' D-R-E

A keep their 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

(Yeah, uhh, c'mon)

If you, want to, get on down

(Yeah, Death Row back up in that ass)

You gotta get on down

(For the one-nine-nine to the nickel)

Just get on down

(So all you motherfuckers out there tryin' to get with this?)

(Don't even try it)

If you, want to, get on down

(You couldn't see us with binoculars, can you dig it?)

You gotta get on down

(Yeah, uhh, I know you're bobbin' your head)

Just get on down

'Cause I can see you

Uhh, I know you're bobbin' your head

'Cause I can see you

You can't see me, ha ha ha, yeah

Death Row, let me know you in the house, biotch

Ha ha, yeah, that's right, we out