ฟังเพลงLight Speed (Explicit)

Light Speed (Explicit) - Dr. Dre/Hittman

Written by：Brian Bailey/Dr. Dre/Andre R. Young

Hey yo whassup

My name is Dre

Can I blaze some chronic witchu

N**ga what fo' sho'

Roll that sh*t up

Hell yeah still Alwayz Into Somethin'

Heart still in Compton

The comp can't oppose d**e Cali platinum classicals

Introduced you to my Doggs that don't love h**s

And Firm Fiascoes assholes

F**ked 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' h**s

When asked about it in most interviews I just laugh

Now I vacate with h**s with a gang of a**

One feedin' me mangoes the other lightin' my hash

Rap tabloids write Dre's light in the a** 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 two-thousand

One

That means we takin' over this year ya hear

Light Speed blazin' Chronic through the galaxy

Hydro doja chocolate Thai w**d

Or we might be sippin' on gin or Hennessey

F**k that where that new sh*t The Chronic Iced Teas

I hang among hustlers that slang and Hoo-bang Bronson

When bustaz roll through can't f**k 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**gas 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 n**gas

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

That means it's real f**kin' hard to shoot me you hear

Light Speed blazin' Chronic through the galaxy

Hydro doja chocolate Thai w**d

Or we might be sippin' on gin or Hennessey

F**k that where that new sh*t The Chronic Iced Teas