keep their heads ringin’ (sped up)

#spedupsongs #drdre #tiktoksongs

LYRICS:

Yeah, what up, this is Dr. Dre
The party's goin' on
Thank God it's Friday
Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha
Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha
Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha
Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha
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-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 "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
Keeping it real enables me to make another mil'
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 will keep they motherfuckin' heads ringin'
Ring, ding, dong
Ring-a-ding-ding-ding-dong
Keep their heads ringin'
Ring, ding, dong
Ring-a-ding-ding-ding-dong
One, two for the crew, three, four for the dough
Five for the hoes (hoes) 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'm fin' to get into my mental
Will take care of this business I need to attend to 'cause 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, running niggas over like Christine
When I rock the spot with the flavor I got
I get plenty of ass, so call me an ass-tronaut
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, 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 will keep they motherfuckin' heads ringin'
Ring, ding, dong
Ring-a-ding-ding-ding-dong
Keep their heads ringin'
Ring, ding, dong
Ring-a-ding-ding-ding-dong
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 shit 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 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, I'm pure chocolate
Your chances of jacking me are slim, G
'Cause I rock from summer until 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 they motherfuckin' heads ringin'
Ring, ding, dong
Ring-a-ding-ding-ding-dong
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-dong
Keep their heads ringin'
Ring, ding, dong
Ring-a-ding-ding-ding-dong
Yeah, uh, come on
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
You can't see me
Yeah
Death Row, let me know you in the house (biatch!)
Yeah, that's right, we out