Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Light Speed, artist - Dr. Dre. Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Light Speed |
| Hey, yo whassup? |
| My name is Dre |
| Can I blaze some Chonic witchu? |
| Nigga what? |
| FO’SHO'! |
| Roll that shit up! |
| Hell yeah, still Alwayz Into Somethin' |
| 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 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 (what?) |
| Came home uptight, ready to mash |
| like a gas pedal, get on that sixty-four 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, two-thousand, ONE! |
| -→KRS-One |
| 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 niggaz takin out like chores I meet whores on tours |
| Jeans hot as pepper so I sip, champagne on stormy shores |
| We on some hardcore, pornographic |
| Totin 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 |
| to get loot and crossover like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar |
| Get out your car son, that’s how I came to bougie niggaz |
| Act bad one, it’s either that or make front page stardom |
| I’m the Golden Child, chased by Sodom |
| ?? |
| gots 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 |