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

CHORUS:
Keep their headz ringin ding ding dong
ring-gading ding ding dong (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 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

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

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

"Bang Bang"

CHORUS:
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!

Everyday it's the same thang, L.A. ain't changed
Niggaz still playa hatin, but Dre ain't changed
I'm just a lot smarter now
cause these niggaz is bangin ten times harder now
Niggaz ringin they ass up in the wrong part of town
Better turn they car around
Rollin the window down (Hey can we talk it out?)
(NAH GET THE FUCK OUT!)
Johnny got a shotgun
and he ain't even strong enough to cock one
Fuck tryin to job hunt
Niggaz got AK's, niggaz is way crazier
than Dre was back in his N.W.A. days
Niggaz spray strays and shoot without lookin
Niggaz walk by and blast without leavin a footprint
I think the attitudes are twice as worst
It takes half the time to get your life reversed
Always tryin to play Rambo with they ammo
Make a nigga wanna stay in family mode

Late nights is full of led that whistles as it goes by
Murder arrives, anytime
Bullets take flight when the fo'-five ignites
Some hearts skip a beat, some get blew out, and every light
put you in the site of youngsters with automatics
Bustin on shit to lay everything down even tourists and non-affiliates
These days, gun play is official with green lights on every block
Know the sign tells you too it's not best to stop
On every corner, Cali niggaz are dumpin
You'll be shakin your soul loose from the box at the coroner's
Makin death not so foreign to ya
Niggaz got Rugers and M-14's with enough,
ammo to leave an armored truck swiss cheese
I've learned to stay away from house parties
I've seen too many go and end up absent without leavin
Ain't no, warm welcomings, my eyes have witnessed the bend in on
Nights that don't sleep, and fireworks until dawn

Now tell me - what the fuck is this man?
Niggaz doin brothers in worse than the Klan
Can't even stand, in front of your buildin and chill
without yieldin, twelve-year-old children that kill
blood spillin, thugs be illin, unnecessary slugs
fillin the sky, usually drillin the one
that wasn't willin to die, yes sir in the Killing Field
I got my, life preserver
And I'll do my time for murder, these niggaz got the nerve to
question me - bout the colors that I got on?
Now see that red dot on your knot
Bout to get your whole crew shot on
A Soldier of Fortune, I'm the wrong nigga to plot on
Took him out on the spot before he even got on
my hitlist -- peep this
I cock back, you bow down
Bust round, bloody the ground, retaliation sounds like this

"Still DRE"

Yea nigga
Still fuckin wichya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E, '99 Nigga (Guess who's back)
Still, still doing that shit, huh Dre?

Oh for sho', check me out
It's still Dre Day nigga, A.K. nigga
Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
You hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the block
Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
How nigga? My last album was "The Chronic" (nigga)
They want to know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it

If you ain't up on pace

Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Still, puffing my leafs, still fuck with the beats
Still not loving police (Uh huh)
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (fo sho)
Still got love for the streets, repping 213 (fo life)
Still the beats bang, still doing my thang
Since I left, ain't too much changed, still

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
(Still) Hitting them corners in them low low's girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-

Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again
Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem
He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week
Still, stay close to the heat
And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet
My life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat
Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke til I sleep
Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat
I bring the fire til you're soaking in your seat
It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the troop
It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru
I'm still at it, After-mathematic
In the home of drivebys and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E

It ain't nothing but more hot shit
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch (beyotch)
Laid back in the shack, play this track
I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world
Still (Hitting them corners in them low low's girl)
I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back

So if you ain't up on thangs

Dr. Dre be the name still running the game
Still got it wrapped like a mummy
Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money
Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard
Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars
Still gon' get mine regardless

Like that, right back up in ya motherfucking ass
'95 plus four pennies!
Add that shit up, D-R-E right back up on top of thangs
Smoke some with your dog
No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!
Some of that real sticky icky icky
Oooh wee! Put it in the air Oh you's a fool D.R.

"Forgot about DRE"

[Dr Dre]
Ya'll know me still the same ol' G
But I been low key
Hated on by most these niggas
Wit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys
No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's
Mad at me cause
I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies
But ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freeze
Ho Please
You better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees
Who you think brought you the o' G's
Eazy-E's Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's
And a group that said muthafuck the police
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
The bomb weed stroll through in you hood
And when your album sales wasn't doin too good
Who's the doc that he told you to go see
Ya'll better listen up closely
All you niggas that said that I turned pop
Or the Firm flop
ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep
So fuck ya'll all of ya'll
If ya'll don't like me blow me
Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me
And turn me back to the old me

[chorus] x2 [Eminem]

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre

[Eminem]
So what do you say to somebody you hate
Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Just study your tape of NWA.
One day I was walkin by
Wit a walkmen on
When I caught a guy givin me an awkward eye
And strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Karl Kani
I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge
But I'm drunk as fuck
Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage
Hoppin out wit two broken legs tryna walk it off
Fuck you too bitch call the cops
I'ma kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin barkin dogs
And when the cops came through
Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
And still one found out
From here on out it's the Chronic 2
Startin today and tomorrows the new
And I'm still loco and nuts
To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew

Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up
And the temp goes up to the mid 80's
Callin men ladies
Sorry Doc but I been crazy
There is no way that you can save me
It's ok go with him Hailey

[chorus] x2

[Dr Dre]
If it was up to me
You muthafuckas would stop comin up to me
Wit your hands out lookin up to me
Like you want somethin free
When my last cd was out you wasn't bumpin me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a crumb from me
Cause I'm from the streets of
I told em all
All them little gangstas
Who you think helped mold 'em all
Now you wanna run around and talk about guns
Like I ain't got none
What you think I sold 'em all
Cause I stay well off
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off
What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
Tryna get this damn label off
I ain't havin that
This is the millenium of Aftermath
It ain't gonna be nothin after that
So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap
You can have it back
So where's all the mad rappers at
It's like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats
Knew that I was strapped wit gats
When you were cuddled wit cabbage patch

[Chorus] x3

"Been There, Done That"

CHORUS:
I been there - been there
Done that - done that
You got guns? - we got guns...
Yo, I got straps - we got straps...
A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth talk that hard
bullshit - 'cause it's all they worth...

No question, it's all about the D - R - E.
So if money is the root I want the whole damn tree.
Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati,
Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G...
Since way back I've been collecting my fee
With the 48-tracks and the M - I - C.
Got a palace in the Hills overlooking the sea.
It's worth 8, but I only paid 5 point 3.
Worldwide, got the triple beam, I slide.
Listenin' to yo demo in a stretch limo.
It's how I ride - cartel style.
Full, stacked to the max now.
A million-dollar smile, people wonder how.
'Dre Day' every day. Trips to Montigo Bay,
with more chips than Frito Lay.
Flossed jewels in a tire, ain't nuthin' fly.
Straight or illegal - it's still the root of all evil...
Coz...

Young black Rockerfeller. Hell, a swiss and mozarella.
Pockets sweller, gettin' money like a bank teller.
'Cause a fool and his dough soon split.
So when you come across a fool get all that she be gettin'.
Ladies, get your paper too.
Don't expect for no man to support you.
Keep it true,
'Cause most brothers are raised to decide for the pesos.
My woman is independent, makin' dough by the case loads.
I'mma keep buildin'... make it killing.
Kick back, relax, and grow old with my millions.
That's where it's at. You got drama, I got the gat,
But we're both black so I don't wanna lay you flat.
Instead let's get paper, while it's paper to get.
Private Jet, 600 coupes that I runs if...
I'm livin' on another level that y'all ain't been yet.
Spend a mill, no sweat, water the line with my wet...

This is for the millionaires,
Throw a stack in the air and watch brothers start plottin',
Honeys start to stare.
'Cause game is money and money is game,
And broke brothers make the 45 flame with no shame.
Now many people die over these dead green guys.
Ignorance and greed take their ass by surprise.
It's the root of all evil and sins.
Yet and still it makes the world go around,
Like my 20-inch rims...
Moolah y'all.
Platinum plaques cover my walls.
Grindin', diamonds shinin', and without one flaw.
Get the cash, the grass, the ass will bounce.
Luciano and all amounts, that's all that counts 'cause...

"Rat-a-Tat-Tat"

hey man, don't you know
in order for us to make this thing work
we gotta get rid of the pimps, and the pushers, and then start
all over agian clean
NIGGAZ you crazy!

Once again
the mighty Death Row organization commitin' mass murder
and we ain't askin for shit, nigga we takin'
it, so Dre, BLAST they ass nigga
Rat-tat-tat-tat late at night with my gat
on the streets of LA
wonderin' where the pussy at
staright for ya, looking for a hoe
hangin' out, rollin in my '64
16 swicthes for the niggaz in my hood
17 shells so i make it understood
stay back, lay back, way back in the cut
ya come outside nigga ya gettin' fucked up
but i told ya, Creep, Creep ya best move
like Luthor Vadros, fuckn' up the west coast
i'm right back up in ya when ya nut
1-2-3 nut, from the D-R-E but
this is for the hoes that i used to know
when i didn't have my '64 and a lot of doe
i keep ya this and like that
and i...
Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and i..
never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and i...
Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back

Ohh wait, that's that nigga that owe ya that grip
ya,t ehre that fool is
break him off proper then
what's up, what's happinin' ?
i'm the man
nigga you delinquent, can i get those in?
nigga, pay this nigga here
[i ain't got yo money]
well, yo, check this out, nigga
what's up *slaps around some guy that owes them money*
what's up?
what's up?
ya motherfucker
[i'll be back though, i'll be back]
ya, you ain't never comin' back
Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
yeah nigga
Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and i..
never hesitate to put a nigga on his back

Creepin and peepin' and i can get with these
the chronic, slangin' fat keys from my block
and it don't stop
tell me where ya wanna go
to the strip
or take a trip bawlin' with the row
my shit off in ya system
indo smoke in ya lungs, like that
and you can lift it, on, and a fist a bomb
takin' away like hell at Veitnam
California, back in and on a mission, makin a point
ain't no fuckin' competition
they wish they was a runnin' up in reality
CPT, CAL my locality
it's strage how i re-arange and change the buisness
by droppin' shit like this
dope, ya can't cope with the real
i peal, in the penatentaries, and when i kill it goes...
rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and i... never hesitate to put a nigga on his
back

Straight up, now you niggaz know where my homey's comin' from
so quit the chit-chat, before ya find yourself flat on your biz-out, fool
it's 9-duce, Dr Drizzay, is sittin on Tizzart! it don't stop
treartin' buster's like a punk ass kizzart!
BEEEYYACHH!

"Natural Born Killaz"

Journey with me
into the mind of a maniac
doomed to be a killer
since i came out the nutsac
im in a murderous mindsate
with a heart full of terror
i see the devil in the mirror
BUCK BUCK, Lights out
cause when i get my sawed off
niggaz get hauled off

touches your motherfuckin flesh
shoots your fuckin heart out your chest
you see Im quick to let the hammer go click
on my Tec-9 so if you try to reck mine
fool its your bad time
feel the blast of the chocolate bomber
Infra red aimed at your head
like your name was Sarah Conner
decapitatin I aint hesitatin
to put you in the funderal home
with a bullet in your dome
Im hot like lava
you got a problem?
I got a problem solver
and his name is revolver
its like a deadly game of freeze tag
I touch you with a 44 mag
and your frozen inside a boddy bag
nobody iller
than this grave yard filler
cap peeler
cause im a natural born killa

Terror illistrates my era
now i cant hang around my momma
cause i scare her
Im quick to blast motherfucker
it feels like im bustin a nut
when i open you up
cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist
all you weak motherfuckers give my ring a kiss
cause im givin dirt naps
comin with them bomb ass raps
to make your lungs collapse
perhaps, you never sleep
cause evertime you doze
you catch blows to the motherfuckin nose
aint seen the sun, in 66 days
let me count the ways ^in a fucked up maze^
I never ever ever made a ho stay
but Im down with Dre
like AC is down with OJ
so fuck how your livin
Im the unforgivin
psycho drivin
murdera
its authentic
dont panic
i cant stand it
God Damn it
Scizophrenic
so FUCK CHARLIE MANSON
Ill snatch him out of his truck
hit em with a brick
and I'm dancin

CHORUS:
Mass Murderer, Natural Born Killla,
And I dont wanna die
I dont wanna die
I dont wanna
I dont wanna die!

I dont understand the logic in my dreams
but i understand i like the sound of Sireens
terrified screams from the streams
of Strycnine
dumpin on any motherfucker tryin to trick mine
cause motherfuckers wanna violate
now they stiff and cold
and they pupils wont dialate
ITS SO MUCH PAIN
MIGRAINE
headache
I can hear his bones break
he steps in the single door
gets his ass whipped with 20 lashes
like that dude up in Singapore
so Im a pull a fuckin Jeffrey Dahmer
now Im suicidal, just like Nirvana

Tic Toc
Toc Tic Toc Tic
Dr Dre and Ice Cube on some murderous shit
keepin niggaz in order
makin there live shorter
ready to slaughter
cause to me a life aint worth a quarter
or a dime
mushroom's got my mind
hallicinatin
aint no debatin
im creatin an escape
route to be out without a doubt
Scot Free, so dont even think about tryin to stop me
cause i cant wait
im out the gate
on the for realla
a thrilla
or a natural born killa

GI-GI GI-GI GAGA
THEY CALL ME DADA
6 million ways to murder
choose one
lose one soul
bodies turn cold
natural fright from niggaz goin bump in the night...