Текст песни Keep Their Heads Ringin' (From "Friday") - Soundtrack Starz

Yeah, whattup, 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
Ring ding ding dong
Ring-gading ding ding dong

Keep their headz ringin
Ring ding ding dong
Ring-gading 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) Yeahhh...
(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 niggaz 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, niggaz run up and try to kill at will
But get popped like a pimple, so call me Clearasil
I wipe niggaz 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, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin

Keep their headz ringin
Ring ding ding dong
Ring-gading ding ding dong

Keep their headz ringin
Ring ding ding dong
Ring-gading ding ding dong

One-two for the crew, three-fo' for the dough
Five for the hoe, six-seven-eight for Death Row
Mad niggaz 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, cuz 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, runnin niggaz over like Christine
When I rock the spot with the flavor I got
I kick plenty of ass, so call me an astronaut
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, niggaz 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 smokesscreen with the funky green to keep your eyes slanted
So check the flavor that I'm bringin
The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin

Keep their headz ringin
Ring ding ding dong
Ring-gading ding ding dong

Keep their headz ringin
Ring ding ding dong
Ring-gading ding ding dong

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

Debonairre 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, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin

Ring ding dong ring a ding ding dong
Keep their mother fucking heads ringing
Ring ding dong ring a ding ding dong

Ring ding dong ring a ding ding dong
Keep their heads ringing
Ring ding dong ring a 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!
Yeah
Death Row, let me know you in the house (Beyotch!)
Thats right
We out