Light Speed (feat. Hittman)

Hey, hey what's up?

Name is Dre

Can I blaze some chronic with you?

**** what? Fosho

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

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 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 two thousand

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 busters 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 **** taken out like chores

I meet whores on tours

G's hot as pepper so I sip champagne on stormy shores

Be 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 ****

At Bar One it's either that or make front page stardom

I'm the Golden Child chased by Sardo, Numpsay

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?