Day Job Knobhead chords by The Pocket Gods

SimplifiedAm · F · Em

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Verse 1
Am 
Yeah, what up?
This is Dr. Dre.
The party's going on.
F 
Em 
Am 
F 
Em 
Thank God it's Friday.
Am 
F 
Em 
Keep the heads ringing.
Am 
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Em 
Keep the heads ringing.
Am 
Hey you, sittin' over there,
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Em 
you better get up outta your chair
Am 
And work your body down,
F 
Em 
no time to funk around cause we gon'
Am 
F 
Funk you, right on up,
Em 
so get up  , get a move on,
Am 
and get your groove on
F 
It's the D .R .E., the spectacular,
Em 
in a party, I go for your neck,
Am 
so call me Blackula
F 
Em 
As I train a nigga's jugular vein and maintain,
delete blood stains, so don't complain
Am 
F 
Just chill, listen to the beats I spill
Em 
Keepin' it real,
Am 
enables me to make another meal
Still, niggas run up
F 
and try to kill it real
Em 
But get popped like a pimple,
Am 
so call me clear and still
I wipe niggas off the face
F 
of the earth since birth
Em 
I've been a bad nigga,
Am 
now let me tell you what I'm worth
More than a stealth bomber,
F 
Em 
I cause trauma, de -en forcer
Am 
Music floats like a flying saucer
F 
R -747 jet, never forget
Em 
I'm that nigga that keeps
the hoes panties wet
Am 
The mic gets smoked,
F 
once you hear the beat kick
Em 
With grooves so funky,
Am 
they come with a speed stick
F 
So check the flavor that I'm bringin',
Em 
the motherfuckin' D   .R .E.
I keep they motherfuckin'
Am 
heads ringin'
F 
Ding, ding, dong,
Em 
ring -a -ding -ding -ding -dong
Yeah, keep the heads ringin'
Am 
F 
Em 
Ding, dong, ring -a  -ding -ding -ding -dong
Am 
F 
1, 2   for the crew, 3, 4 for the dough
Em 
Am 
5 for the hoes, 6, 7, 8 for death bro
F 
Mad niggas bout to feel the full effect
Em 
Event select so I   can collect respect
Am 
Plus a check,
now I'm fin to get in to my men to
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Em 
and take care of this business
I need to attend to
Cause my rent's due,
Am 
F 
and this rap shit's my meal ticket
Em 
So you god damn right I'ma kick it,
or get evicted
Am 
F 
I bring turtle like Stephen King
Em 
I'm Black Casanova,
runnin' niggas over like Christine
Am 
F 
When I   rock the spot with the flavor I got
Em 
I get plenty of  ass,
don't call me an astronaut
Am 
F 
As  I blast past another nigga's ass
Thought he was strong,
Em 
but I smoke him like grass
Am 
Just like Cheech and Chong
When I float,
F 
niggas know it's time to take a hike
Em 
Cause I   grab the mic
and flip my tongue like a dyke
Am 
I got rhymes to keep you enchanted
F 
Producer smokes green
Em 
with the funky green
Am 
To keep your eyes flintin'
F 
So check the flavor that I'm bringin'
Em 
The motherfuckin' D   .R .E.
Am 
I keep they motherfuckin' heads ringin'
F 
Ring -a -ding -dong
Em 
Ring -a  -ding -ding -ding -dong
Keep the heads ringin'
Am 
F 
Ring -a -ding -ding -dong
Em 
Ring -a  -ding -ding -ding -dong
Am 
Yeah, come on!
F 
Em 
If you want to get on down,
Am 
you gotta get on down
F 
Em 
Just get on down
Am 
Debonair with flair, I scare,
F 
Em 
wear and tear without a care
Am 
Runnin' shit as if I was a mayor
F 
But I ain't no politician, no competition
Em 
Sendin' all opposition
Am 
to see a mortician
F 
I'm up front, never in the backdrop
Em 
Step on  stage,
Am 
you get faded just like a flat top
F 
Your rhyme sounds like you bought
a missed stop and go
Em 
Dre came to wax you,
Am 
so just call me Mop and Glo
F 
Many try to, but just can't rock with
Em 
I'm 6   '1", 225, a pure chocolate
Am 
F 
Your chances to jackin' me are slim, G
Em 
Cause I   rock from summer to Santa
Am 
comes down the chimney
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Em 
Ho, ho, ho, and so as I continue to flow
Am 
Cause yo, I'm just a fly Nick Rosso
F 
Check the flavor that I'm bringin'
Em 
The motherfuckin' D   .R .E.
I keep they motherfuckin'
Am 
F 
heads ringin'
Em 
Am 
I   keep the motherfuckin' heads ringin'
F 
Em 
Am 
I keep the heads ringin',
F 
Em 
get it, get it, get it
Am 
I keep the heads ringin',
F 
Em 
Am 
yeah, uh, come on
F 
Em 
Yeah, death roll back up in that ass
Am 
For the one nine nine to the nickel
F 
So all you motherfuckers out there
Em 
trying to deal with this,
Am 
don't even try it,
F 
you couldn't see us with binoculars,
Em 
Am 
damn dig it, ha ha, yeah, uh,
F 
Em 
I  know you're bobbing your head,
Am 
cause I can see it, uh,
F 
Em 
I  know you're bobbing your head,
Am 
F 
cause I can see it, you can't see me,
Em 
Am 
ha  ha, yeah
F 
Em 
Death Row, let me know you in the house
Am 
F 
Em 
We Out, yeah, that's right,
Am 
F 
Em 
Am 
F 
Em 
we out
Am 
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Em 
Am 
F 
Em 
you