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 i use crest so aint no cavity creeks in my grill, 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
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 I bring terror like Stephen King A black Casanova, runnin nigg