Dr. Dre, Ms. Roq, Knoc-Turn’al, Hittman - Light Speed lyrics
Dr. Dre [Andre Romell Young] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Dr. Dre, Ms. Roq, Knoc-Turn’al, Hittman - Light Speed lyrics]
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 something
Heart still in Compton
The comp can't oppose
Dope Cali platinum classicals
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
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 feedin' 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 '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, 2000 "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
That 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 takin' 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 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 Two gun shots
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?
Can I blaze some chronic witchu?
(Nigga, what? Fo' sho'! Roll that shit up)
Hell yeah
Still always into something
Heart still in Compton
The comp can't oppose
Dope Cali platinum classicals
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
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 feedin' 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 '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, 2000 "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
That 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 takin' 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 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 Two gun shots
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?