Dr DreLight Speed - Featuring 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 'Alwayz Into Somethin' Heart still in Compton The comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classical Introduced you to my Doggs 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 sixty-four Chevy level AK-47 heavy metal Who says 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, 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 niggaz 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 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 niggaz At bar one, it's either that or make front page stardom I'm the Golden Child, chased by Sodom Footsie gots 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?
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