Light Speed feat. Hittman

歌詞

Hey, yo, what's up? My name is Dre Can I blaze some chronic with you? (Nigga, what? For sure! Roll that shit up!) Hell yeah, still always into something Heart still in Compton The comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classicals Introduced you to my Doggs, that don't love hoes And Firm Fiascoes-assholes Fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up Doing a tango And cash, always in my grasp Came up in the game wearing khakis not kangols, strangling hoes When asked about it in most interviews I just laugh Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass One feeding me mangoes, the other lighting my hash Rap tabloids write Dre's light in the ass (What?) 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 taking over this year You hear? "One!" That means we taking over this year, ya hear? Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate Thai weed Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas? I hang among hustlers, that slang and Hoo-bang Bronson When busters roll through, can't fuck with my bold crew We will hold you captive and bust 'Cause gang-banging is the active, activity Where I be living, B, there ain't no Liberty Statue Hope you got your gat, don't let them catch you Slipping, without yours, it's warfare outdoors Ambulance, violent uproars Trash niggas taking 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 Making fools "Retreat!" like Megatron and Starscream Oh yeah I scream on stars That get loot then 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 Numpsay But God's my bulletproof, it's hard to shoot me, you hear? By the time you see him That means it's real fucking hard to shoot me, you hear? Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate Thai weed Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas?