Hey you, sittin' over there,
you better get up outta your chair
An d work your body down,
no time to funk around cause we gon'
so get up , get a move on,
It's the D .R .E., the spectacular,
in a party, I go for your neck,
As I drain a nigga's jugular vein
and maintain the leak, bloodstains,
Just chill, listen to the beats I spill
enables me to make another meal
Still, niggas run up and try to kill it real
But get popped like a pimple,
Till I wipe niggas off the face of the earth
Since birth, I've been a bad nigga
Now let me tell you what I'm worth
More than a stealth bomber,
I cause trauma, de -en forcer
Music floats like a flying saucer
On a 747 jet, never forget
I'm that nigga that keeps
The mic gets smoked, once you hit a beat
they come with a speed stick
So check the flavor that I'm bringin'
The motherfuckin' D .R .E.
I keep they motherfuckin'
Bing, bing, bing, bing, dong
Bing, bing, bing, 1, 2 for the crew
Mad niggas bout to feel the full effect
Of intellect so I can collect respect
now I'm fin to get in to my men to
and take care of those business
and this rap shit's my meal ticket
So you god damn right I'ma
I bring terror like Stephen King
runnin' niggas over like Christine
When I rock the spot with the flavor I got
don't call me an astronaut
As I blast past another nigga's ass
but I smoke him like grass
Just like Cheech and Chong
niggas know it's time to take a hike
and flip my tongue like a dike
I got rhymes to keep you enchanted
To keep your eyes from leaning
So check the flavor that I'm bringing
The motherfuckin' D .R .E.
I keep they motherfuckin' heads ringin'
Ring -a -ding -ding -ding -dong
Ring -a -ding -ding -ding
If you want to get on down,
you gotta get on down, just get on down
I scare wear and tear without a care,
running shit as if I was a mayor
But I ain't no politician,
sending all opposition to see a mortician
I'm up front, never in the backdrop,
and get faded just like a flat top
Your rhyme sounds like you
bought them at stop and go
just call me Mop and Glow
Many try to but just can't rock with
I'm 6 '1", 225, a pure chocolate
Your chances to jackin' me a Slim G
Cause I rock from summer to Santa
Ho, ho, ho and so as I continue to flow
Cause yo, I'm just a fly Nick Grosso
Check the flavor that I'm bringin'
The motherfuckin' D .R .E.
I keep they motherfuckin'
I keep the motherfuckin' heads ringin'
Yeah, death roll back up in that ass
For the one nine nine to the nickel
So all you motherfuckers out there
you couldn't see us with binoculars,
big digger, haha, yeah, uh,
I know you're bobbing your head,
I know you're bobbing your head,
you can't see me, haha, yeah
Death Row, let me know you in the house
