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    Light Speed

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    Light Speed
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    By Dr. Dre

      About "Light Speed"

      Lyrics for Dr. Dre - "Light Speed"

      Hey, yo whassup?
      My name is Dre
      Can I blaze some chronic witchu?

      Nigga what? FO' SHO'!
      Roll that shit up!

      Hell yeah, still "Alwayz Into Somethin'"
      Heart still in Compton
      The comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classicals
      Introduced you to my Doggs, 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 feed 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 sixty-four 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?

      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 takin out like chores I meet whores on tours
      Jeans hot as pepper so I sip, champagne on stormy shores
      We 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
      To 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 Sodom
      Newenze gots my bulletproof, it's hard to shoot me you hear?

      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

      SONGWRITERS:
      YOUNG, ANDRE / BAILEY, BRIAN ANTHONY
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