Keep Their Heads Ringin’ (alternate version) Dr. Dre
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[Refrain: KRS-One]
(Buck buck buck buck booyakasha!)
(Buck buck buck buck booyakasha!)
(Buck buck buck buck booyakasha!)
(Buck buck buck buck booyakasha!)
[Hook: Dr. Dre]
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 (uh, yeah) dong)
[Nancy Fletcher & Dr. Dre]
Hey you! sittin' over there
(Say what?)
You better get up out of your chair
(That's right)
And work your body down
(Yeahhhh)
No time to funk around, 'cause we gon'
[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
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
I use Crest so ain't no cavity creeps in my grill
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 you what I'm worth
More than a stealth bomber, 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 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. ah keep they motherfuckin' heads ringin'
(Buck buck buck buck booyakasha!)
(Buck buck buck buck booyakasha!)
(Buck buck buck buck booyakasha!)
(Buck buck buck buck booyakasha!)
[Hook: Dr. Dre]
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 (uh, yeah) dong)
[Nancy Fletcher & Dr. Dre]
Hey you! sittin' over there
(Say what?)
You better get up out of your chair
(That's right)
And work your body down
(Yeahhhh)
No time to funk around, 'cause we gon'
[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
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
I use Crest so ain't no cavity creeps in my grill
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 you what I'm worth
More than a stealth bomber, 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 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. ah keep they motherfuckin' heads ringin'
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