Yeah, what up? This is Dr. Dre. The party's going on. Thank God it's Friday. Keep the heads ringing. Keep the heads ringing. Hey you, sitting over there. You better get up out of your chair. And work your body down. No time to funk around, cause we gon' funk you. Ride 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 Glockular. As I drain a nigga's jugular vein and maintain, delete bloodstains, so don't complain, just chill. Listen to the beats I spill, keeping it real, enables me to make another meal. Still, niggas run up and try to kill it real, but get popped like a pimple, so call me clearance till 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 whole Spanish wet. The mic give smoke, once you hear the beat kick, with grooves so funky, they come with a speed stick. So check the flavor that I'm bringing, the motherfuckin' D.R.E., or keep they motherfuckin' heads ringing. Ding, ding, dong, ring, ding, ding, ding, dong. Ding, ding, dong, ring, ding, ding, ding, dong. 1, 2 for the crew, 3, 4 for the dough, 5 for the hoes, 6, 7, 8 for death row. Mad niggas bout to feel the full effect of intellect, so I can collect respect, plus a check. Now I'm fin to get into my men too, and take care of those business I need to attend to, cause my rich do. And this rap ***'s my meal ticket, so you goddamn right I'ma kick it, or get evicted. I bring terror like Stephen King, or Black Casanova, running niggas 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 nigga's ass, thought he was strong, but I smoke him like grass, just like Cheech and Chong. When I float, niggas know it's time to take a hike, cause I *** the mic and flip my tongue like a dyke. I got rhymes to keep you enchanted, but do some smoke screen with the funky green to keep your eyes slanted. So check the flavor that I'm bringing, the motherfuckin' D.R.E., or keep they motherfuckin' heads ringing. 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, running *** as if I was a mayor. But I ain't no politician, no competition, sending all opposition to see a mortician. I'm up front, never in the backdrop. Step on stage, you get faded just like a flat top. Your rhyme sounds like you bought them at Stop and Go. Dre came to wax you, so just call me Mop and Glow. Many try to, but just can't rock with. I'm 6'1", 225, a pure chocolate. Your chances to jackin' me a Slim G, cause I rock from summer to Santa comes down the chimney. Ho, ho, ho it's so, as I continue to flow, cause yo, I'm just a fly negro, so check the flavor that I'm bringing, the motherfuckin' D.R.E., or keep they motherfuckin' heads ringing. Yeah, uh, I keep they motherfuckin' heads ringing. Yeah, uh, I keep they heads ringing. Get it, get it, get it, I keep they heads ringing. Ha ha, yeah, uh, come on. Yeah, death roll back up in that ass, for the 199 to the nickel. So all you motherfuckers out there trying to deal with this, don't even try it. You couldn't see us with binoculars. They ain't diggin'. Ha ha, yeah, uh. I know you bobbing your head, cause I can see it. Uh, I know you bobbing your head, cause I can see it. You can't see me? Ha ha, yeah. Death roll, let me know you in the house. Ha ha, yeah, that's right, we out. Thanks for watching!