Spoken intro:
Yeah, whattup, this is Dr. Dre
The party's goin on
Thank God it's Friday

["Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan!" - KRS One" rpt 4X]
The fact that it was ex Boogie Down Productions MC, KRS One lending his voice here was news to me. I wish I could tell you just what in the hell "booyaka shan" means, but I'm sure it's pretty cool, solely based on how excited Mr. One sounds about it.
Chorus:
Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong, ring-gading ding ding dong)
repeat 2X

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 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, 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
Chorus
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 goddamn right I'm gonna kick it, or get evicted
Wait, I thought he was worth more than a jet? Shit, I never bought the "Friday" soundtrack. If I got Dr. Dre evicted, I'll never forgive myself . . .
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 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 their motherfuckin headz ringin
Chorus
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
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
At the time, the doctor was an inch shorter than me, 35 pounds heavier, and far chocolatier.
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.
Chorus
Okay, that will do it. That was exhausting! That's probably what you're saying if you're still reading. Sorry . . .
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*Nishiki is the brand of my second-hand, piece-of-shit bicycle, but I bet you thought it was a crotch rocket.
22 comments:
Wow. Just wow.
"Yodel in the gulley"? Classic.
And not all astronauts kick ass. There was that one crazy one who wore Depends while trying to kidnap that other astronaut's wife (or whatever; I could never listen to the whole story past the Depends part). She definitely did not kick ass.
That reminded me of the old VH1 show, "Pop-up Video"!
I am entirely too white to even comment. Word.
Knockers: Yeah, but I bet u smell like a million bucks.
Cherry: I don't know. That KIND of kicks ass, in its own way.
Nut: Yes, only crazier. I want to be the guy who looks crap up for shows like that. Then again, I'd probably get canned for not being able to find the definition of "booyaka shan."
'Bina: Way to man up!!
Helen: Well, you used "word" correctly just then. I'll give you props for that. Did I use "props" right?
go with double d.
You ALWAYS go with double d.
i bet your post would have been much easier for me to read if i had any clue what song you were talking about...
i hate being white.
Please please please do this type of post again, this time to Warren G's regulate?!?!
I will have this song in my head for the rest of the day.
Thanks.
This was excellent. I love reading how your mind works.
seriously, i am gonna have that song going through my head all damn day. and tonight, ay work, every time i ring a doorbell i am gonna curse the everloving shit out of you.
Seal has those scars from discoid lupus, which I think all of us would contract if it meant scoring with the Klumster. Oh yeah, and if it wasn't known to be at times fatal.
There's nothing as "debonair with flair" as keeping motherfuckin headz ringin, I always say.
So YOU'RE the guy who keeps taking the tops off of the antiperspirant!!
I suggest Mitchum Unscented because it doesn't interfere with the smell of Axe and because somehow even though it is the "maximum strength allowed by the FDA" it doesn't burn like Certain Dry.
Overuse of Mitchum may lead to an uncontrollable desire to get knuckle tattoos with a deep, Jungian message, however.
I left this dissertation highly dubious of Mr. Dre's doctoral knowledge.
24: Always a boob monger . . .
Helper: You really don't remember that song? You must have been at band camp. : )
360: That could be fun. I'd like to varify that Two-One and Lewis is an actual intersection where one could "hook a left."
Grant: Take that!
Radio: The mind operates in mysterious and stupid ways. Mostly stupid.
Chudly: I can see you humming that when you ring your next doorbell. Hahhaha. Hey, my Cubbies took care of the White Sox for you. Now, your Tigers need to pull their stuff together.
Classy: How does the man do it? It must be the voice. Do you know that when I was looking for Seal pictures I found ones of guys clubbing baby seals?
5000: You always say that? You rule!
Zen: Michum? Like Robert Michum? I have to look into that shit.
Pistols: Glad I could help, sir. The Doctor can flip his tongue like a dyck AND take out your spleen if need be.
doc, my tiggies did their part, and i appreciate the help from your cubbies. one more weekened ought to do it. so... call in the favor for a brother would ya?
My girl wants to party all the time party all the time party all the time.Sung to the Eddie Murphy classic, my girl wants to party all the time, if thats not the title it should be, that is I have, please forgive my akward white arse.
Chudly: I'm all for somebody knocking off the Sox, because a cross town World Series would lead to numerous murders and suicides, mostly of which would be due to me.
Josh: That is damn classic. "I don't understand why you want to hurt me/after all the things I've done for you."
As a native Spanish speaker, I can confirm that, yes, dogs do say "guau guau".
douchegirl: No! They say bow wow!! Thanks for coming by.
Douche: Thanks for coming by and letting us know what the dogs are saying in your native language. : )
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