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Tytuł: Light Speed

  • Wykonawca: Dr Dre
  • Wy¶wietleń: 445
(feat. Hittman)
  
  [Dr. Dre]
  Hey, yo whassup?
  My name is Dre
  Can I blaze some Chonic witchu?
  
  [girl]
  Nigga what? FO' SHO'!
  Roll that shit up!
  
  [Dr. Dre]
  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?
  
  [girl] Chronic, two-thousand, "ONE! [echoes]" - KRS-One
  [Dre] That means we takin over this year, ya hear?
  
  [girl]
  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
  
  [Hittman]
  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 (BLAM BLAM))
  That means it's real fuckin hard to shoot me, you hear?
  
  [girl]
  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