Текст песни Funky Flute

Intro:
Yeahwhattupthis is Dr. Dre
The party's goin on
Thank God it's Friday
["Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan!" KRS One" repeat 4X]
Chorus:
Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong
Ring gading ding ding dong) / repeat 2X
Verse One:
[Hey yousittin 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 aroundcause 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
I wipe niggaz off the face of the Earth since birth
But get popped like a pimple, so call me Clearasil
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
Verse Two:
One-two for the crew, three-fo' for the dough
Five for the hoe, six-seven-eight for Death Row Doyle Lawson And Quicksilver - Funky Flute - http://ru.motolyrics.com/doyle-lawson-and-quicksilver/funky-flute-lyrics.html
So I can collect respect, plus a check
Now I fin' to, get into to, my mental
Mad niggaz about to feel the full effect of intellect
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 god damn right I'm gonna kick it, or get evicted
A black Casanova, runnin niggaz over like Christine
When I rock the spot with the flavor I got
I bring terror like Stephen King
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
Chorus
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
Dre came to wax you so, just call me Mop N Glow
Many tried to, but just can't rock with
Your rhyme sounds like you bought em at Stop N Go
I'm 6-1, 225, a pure chocolate
Your chances of jackin me are slim G
Ho ho ho, and so, as I continue to flow
Cause I rock from summer til Santa comes down the chimney
Cause yo, I'm just a fly negro
So, check the flavor that I'm bringin
ChorusThe motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin