เนื้อเพลง Light Speed - Dr. Dre
เนื้อเพลง Light Speed
[Dr. Dre]:
Hey, yo what's up?
My name is Dre
Can I blaze some Chronic with you?
N*gga what? fo' sho'
Roll that sh*t up
[Dr. Dre]:
Hell yeah, still always into somethin'
Heart still in Compton
The Comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classicals
Introduced you to my Doggs, that don't love hos
And firm fiascoes, assholes
F*cked 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' hos
When asked about it in most interviews I just laugh
Now I vacate with hos with a gang of ass
One feed me mangos, 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-4-7 heavy metal
Who say Dre ain't ghetto? just a 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"
[Dr. Dre]:
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
F*ck that, where that new sh*t, The Chronic Iced Teas
[Hittman]:
I hang among hustlers, I slang and who bang Bronson
When bustas roll through, can't f*ck 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 n*ggas takin' out like chores I meet whores on tours
Jeans hot as pepper so I sip, champagne on stormy shores
We on some h*rdcore, 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 n*ggas
Act bad one, it's either that or make front page stardom
I'm the Golden Child, chased by Sodom
Newbies got bulletproof, it's hard to shoot me you hear?
(By the time you see him)
That mean it's real f*ckin' 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
F*ck that, where that new sh*t, The Chronic Iced Teas