| Song | Keep Their Heads Ringin' (LP Version) () |
| Artist | Dr. Dre |
| Album | Keep Their Heads Ringin' |
| Yeah, what up? This is Dr. Dre | |
| The party's goin' on | |
| Thank God it's Friday | |
| Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan | |
| Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan | |
| Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan | |
| Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan | |
| 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 | |
| Uh yeah | |
| Hey you sittin' over there, say what? | |
| You better get up outta your chair, that's right | |
| And work your body down, yeah | |
| No time to funk around cuz 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 spectacula | |
| Interparty 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 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 ya what I'm worth | |
| More than a stealth bomba | |
| 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 mike gets smoked | |
| Once you hear the beat kicked | |
| With grooves so funky, they come with a Speed Stick | |
| So check the flava that I'm bringin' | |
| The motherfuckin' D-R-E | |
| I 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 | |
| Six seven eight, for Death Row | |
| Mad niggas 'bout to feel the full effect of intellect | |
| So I can collect respect, plus a check | |
| Now I'm fend to get into my men too | |
| And take care of this business | |
| I need to attend to, â€~cuz 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, runnin' niggas over like Christine | |
| When I rock the spot wit the flava I got | |
| I get plenty of ass, call me an ass-tronaut | |
| As I blast past another nigga's ass who 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 | |
| â€~Cuz I grab the mike and flip my tongue like a dike | |
| I got rhymes to keep you enchanted | |
| Produce a smokescreen with the funky green | |
| And keep your eyes slanted | |
| So check the flava that I'm bringin' | |
| The mothafunkin' D-R-E | |
| A keep their 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 | |
| Yeah, c'mon | |
| 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, 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 | |
| I step on stage and get faded like a flattop | |
| Your rhyme sounds like you bought â€~em at Stop-n-go | |
| Dre came to wax you, so just call me Mop-n-glo | |
| Many try to, but just can't ride wit | |
| I'm six one, two twenty-five of pure chocolate | |
| Your chances of jackin' me are slim G | |
| â€~Cuz I rock from summer â€~til Santa comes down the chimney | |
| Hoe hoe hoe and so as I continue to flow | |
| â€~Cuz yo, I'm just a fly negro so | |
| Check the flava that I'm bringin' | |
| The mothafuckin' D-R-E | |
| A keep their motherfuckin' heads ringin' | |
| Ring ding dong, ring a ding ding ding dong | |
| I keep their motherfuckin heads ringin' | |
| Ring ding dong, ring a ding ding ding dong | |
| I keep their heads ringin' | |
| Ring ding dong, ring a ding ding ding dong | |
| I keep their heads ringin' | |
| Ring ding dong, ring a ding ding ding dong | |
| (Yeah, uhh, c'mon) | |
| If you, want to, get on down | |
| (Yeah, Death Row back up in that ass) | |
| You gotta get on down | |
| (For the one-nine-nine to the nickel) | |
| Just get on down | |
| (So all you motherfuckers out there tryin' to get with this?) | |
| (Don't even try it) | |
| If you, want to, get on down | |
| (You couldn't see us with binoculars, can you dig it?) | |
| You gotta get on down | |
| (Yeah, uhh, I know you're bobbin' your head) | |
| Just get on down | |
| 'Cause I can see you | |
| Uhh, I know you're bobbin' your head | |
| 'Cause I can see you | |
| You can't see me, ha ha ha, yeah | |
| Death Row, let me know you in the house, biotch | |
| Ha ha, yeah, that's right, we out |
| Yeah, what up? This is Dr. Dre | |
| The party' s goin' on | |
| Thank God it' s Friday | |
| Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan | |
| Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan | |
| Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan | |
| Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan | |
| 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 | |
| Uh yeah | |
| Hey you sittin' over there, say what? | |
| You better get up outta your chair, that' s right | |
| And work your body down, yeah | |
| No time to funk around cuz we gon' | |
| Funk you right on up | |
| So get up, get a move on and get your groove on | |
| It' s the DRE, the spectacula | |
| Interparty 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 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 ya what I' m worth | |
| More than a stealth bomba | |
| 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 mike gets smoked | |
| Once you hear the beat kicked | |
| With grooves so funky, they come with a Speed Stick | |
| So check the flava that I' m bringin' | |
| The motherfuckin' DRE | |
| I 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 | |
| Six seven eight, for Death Row | |
| Mad niggas ' bout to feel the full effect of intellect | |
| So I can collect respect, plus a check | |
| Now I' m fend to get into my men too | |
| And 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' ma kick it | |
| Or get evicted | |
| I bring terror like Stephen King | |
| A black Casanova, runnin' niggas over like Christine | |
| When I rock the spot wit the flava I got | |
| I get plenty of ass, call me an asstronaut | |
| As I blast past another nigga' s ass who 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 | |
| Cuz I grab the mike and flip my tongue like a dike | |
| I got rhymes to keep you enchanted | |
| Produce a smokescreen with the funky green | |
| And keep your eyes slanted | |
| So check the flava that I' m bringin' | |
| The mothafunkin' DRE | |
| A keep their 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 | |
| Yeah, c' mon | |
| 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, 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 | |
| I step on stage and get faded like a flattop | |
| Your rhyme sounds like you bought em at Stopngo | |
| Dre came to wax you, so just call me Mopnglo | |
| Many try to, but just can' t ride wit | |
| I' m six one, two twentyfive of pure chocolate | |
| Your chances of jackin' me are slim G | |
| Cuz I rock from summer til Santa comes down the chimney | |
| Hoe hoe hoe and so as I continue to flow | |
| Cuz yo, I' m just a fly negro so | |
| Check the flava that I' m bringin' | |
| The mothafuckin' DRE | |
| A keep their motherfuckin' heads ringin' | |
| Ring ding dong, ring a ding ding ding dong | |
| I keep their motherfuckin heads ringin' | |
| Ring ding dong, ring a ding ding ding dong | |
| I keep their heads ringin' | |
| Ring ding dong, ring a ding ding ding dong | |
| I keep their heads ringin' | |
| Ring ding dong, ring a ding ding ding dong | |
| Yeah, uhh, c' mon | |
| If you, want to, get on down | |
| Yeah, Death Row back up in that ass | |
| You gotta get on down | |
| For the oneninenine to the nickel | |
| Just get on down | |
| So all you motherfuckers out there tryin' to get with this? | |
| Don' t even try it | |
| If you, want to, get on down | |
| You couldn' t see us with binoculars, can you dig it? | |
| You gotta get on down | |
| Yeah, uhh, I know you' re bobbin' your head | |
| Just get on down | |
| ' Cause I can see you | |
| Uhh, I know you' re bobbin' your head | |
| ' Cause I can see you | |
| You can' t see me, ha ha ha, yeah | |
| Death Row, let me know you in the house, biotch | |
| Ha ha, yeah, that' s right, we out |