(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
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[Verse Two:]
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
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[Verse Three:]
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
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