Kurupt - Light Speed lyrics

[Dr. Dre] Hey, yo wha**up? My name is Dre Can I blaze some chronic witchu? [Girl] n***a what? FO' SHO'! Roll that sh** up! [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Hell yeah, still "Alwayz Into Somethin'" Heart still in Compton The comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum cla**icals Introduced you to my Doggs, that don't love hoes And Firm Fiascoes - a**holes f**ed 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 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? [Girl] Chronic, two-thousand [KRS-One] "ONE!" {*echoes*}" [Dr. Dre] That means we takin' over this year, ya hear? [Hook: Ms. Roq & Knoc-Turn'al] Light Speed, blazin' Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate Thai weed Or we might be sippin' on gin or Hennessey f** that, where that new sh**, The Chronic Iced Teas? [Verse 2: Hittman] I hang among hustlers, that slang and hoo-bang Bronson When bustaz roll through, can't f** with my bold crew We will hold you captive and bust Cause g**nin' 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***as takin out like chores I meet who*es on tours Jeanie`s hot as pepper so I sip, champagne on stormy shores B on some hardcore, p**nographic 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***as 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 {*BLAM BLAM*}) That means it's real f**in hard to shoot me, you hear? [Hook: Ms. Roq & Knoc-Turn'al]