Light Speed (feat. Hittman)

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?