Light Speed chords and lyrics - DR. DRE

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[Verse 1]
[Em]Hey, yo whassup?
My name is Dre
Can I blaze [Am]some Chonic witchu?
Nigga [A]what? [Em]Fo' [Am]ho'!
Roll that shit up!
[Em]Hell

[Verse 2]
yeah,
still alwayz into [Am]somethin'
Heart [A]still [Em]in Compton
The [Am]comp can't [Em]oppose,
[A]dop[Em]e Cali platinum classicals
Introduced [A]you to [Em]my
Doggs, that don't love hoes
[A]And Fir[Em]m Fiascoes, assholes
Fucked you [Am]up wi[Em]th my la[A]st video,
[Am]tuxed up
Doin' [A]a tan[Am]go, a[Em]nd cash,
always in my grasp
Came up in the game wear[Am]in' khakis [A]not [Em]kangols,
stranglin' hoes
When asked about it in most interviews,
I just [Am]laugh
Now I vacate with [Em]hoes
with a gang of ass
One [Am]feed [Em]me mangoes,
the oth[Am]er lightin' my hash
Rap tabloids [Em]write Dre's light
in the ass (what?)
[Am]Came home [Em]uptight, ready to mash
[A]Like a gas pedal,
[Em]get on that 64 Chevy level
[A]AK- [Em]47 heavy metal
[Am]Who say Dre [A]ain't ghet[Em]to? Just
whistle like a tea kettle
[A]I throw [Em]three at you, tell
me if you see devils
'Cause we rebels over here,
I smell Chronic in [Am]the air
That means [Em]we takin' over this year,
you hear?

[Verse 3]
[Em]Chronic, two- thousand (one)
That means we takin over this year,
[Am]ya h[Em]ear?

[Verse 4]
[Em]Light [Am]Speed, [A]blazin' [Em]Chronic
through the [G]galaxy[Am]
[Em]Hy d[Am]ro, do[Em]ja, chocolate Thai weed
Or we might [Am]be sippi[Em]n'
on gin or Hennessy
[Am]Fuck that, where that [A]new [Em]shit,
The Chronic Iced Teas
[Am]I hang [A]amon[Em]g hustlers,

[Verse 5]
I slang and hoo- [Am]bang [A]Bronson
[Em]When bustaz roll through,
can't fuck with my bold [Am]crew
We [Em]will hold you captive and [Am]bust
[Em]'Cau[Am]se gangb[Em]angin' is the active,
activity
Where [Am]I be liv[Em]in' B,[E]
[Em]there ain't no Liberty S[A]tatue
Hope you [Em]got your gat,
don't let them catch you
[Am]Slippin', [Em]without yours,
it's warfare [Am]out d[Em]oors
[Am]Ambulance, [Em]violent uproars
Trash niggaz [Am]takin' out like [Em]chores,
I meet whores [G]on tours
[Am]Jeans hot as pepper, so I sip,
[Em]champagne on stormy shores
[A]We on [Em]some hardcore, pornograph[Am]ic
Tot[Em]in' Aus[Am]trian fire[Em]arms
that's made out of plastic
In these [Am]drastic [A]sur[Em]roundings,
it be [D]sound[Am]ing like
Le[A]banon, makin' [Em]fools retreat [Am]like
Mega[Em]tron and Starscream
Oh yeah, I scream- on- stars
[A]To get [Em]loot and [A]cros[Em]sover like
Kareem Abdul- [Am]Jabbar
Get out your car [A]son,
[Em]that's how I came [D]to bougie [A]nig[G]gaz[A]
At bar [Am]one, [Em]it's either that
or make front page star[Am]dom
[Em]I'm the Golden Child,
chased [Am]by Sa[A]rdo Nympsay
God's [Em]my bulletproof,
it's hard to shoot me, you hear?

[Verse 6]
(By the [Em]time [F#m]you see [Em]him)
That means it's real fuckin' hard to shoot me,
[A]you hear?
[Em][G][Em][Am][Em]

[Verse 7]
[Em]Light Speed, blazin' Chronic
through the galaxy
Hydro, doja, chocolate Thai weed
Or we might be sippin'
on gin or Hennessy
Fuck that, where that new shit,
The Chronic Iced Teas