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Light Speed Songtext
von Dr. Dre featuring Hittman

Light Speed Songtext

Hey, yo whassup?
My name is Dre
Can I blaze some chronic witchu?
Nigga what? Fo′ sho'
Roll that shit up

Hell yeah, still ′Always into somethin', heart still in Compton
The comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classicals
Introduced you to my dogs, that don′t love hoes and firm fiascoes
Assholes, fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up doin′ a Tango
And cash, always in my grasp
Came up in the game wearin' khakis not kangols, stranglin′ hoes
When asked about it in most interviews I just laugh
Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass


One feed me mangoes, the other lightin' my hash
Rap tabloids write Dre′s light in the ass
Came home uptight, ready to mash, like a gas pedal
Get on that '64 Chevy level, AK-47 heavy metal
Who say Dre ain′t ghetto? Just whistle like a tea kettle
I throw three at you, tell me if you see devils
'Cause we rebels over here, I smell chronic in the air
That means we takin' over this year, you hear?

Chronic, 2001
That means we takin′ over this year, ya hear?

Light speed, blazin′ chronic through the galaxy
Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed
Or we might be sippin' on gin or Hennessey
Fuck that, where that new shit, the chronic iced teas?

I hang among hustlers, I slang and hoo-bang Bronson
When bustaz roll through, can′t fuck with my bold crew
We will hold you captive and bust 'cause gangbangin′ is the active
Activity, where I be livin' B, there ain′t no Liberty Statue
Hope you got your gat, don't let them catch you
Slippin', without yours, it′s warfare outdoors

Ambulance, violent uproars
Trash niggas taken out like chores, I meet whores on tours
Jeanie′s hot as pepper so I sip, champagne on stormy shores
B on some hardcore, pornographic
Toting Austrian firearms that's made out of plastic
In these drastic surroundings, it be sounding like Lebanon
Makin′ fools retreat like Megatron and Starscream


Oh yeah, I scream on stars that get loot
And crossover like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
Get out your car, son, that's how I came to bougie niggas
At Bar One, it′s either that or make front page stardom
I'm the golden child, chased by Sardo Numspa
But God′s my bulletproof, it's hard to shoot me, you hear?
By the time you see him
That means it's real fuckin′ hard to shoot me, you hear?

Light Speed, blazin′ chronic through the galaxy
Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed
Or we might be sippin' on gin or Hennessey
Fuck that, where that new shit, the chronic iced teas?

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