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Fo' ho'!\n[00:07.64] Roll that shit up!\n[00:09.06] Hell yeah, still alwayz into somethin'\n[00:11.61] Heart still in Compton\n[00:12.96] The comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classicals\n[00:16.18] Introduced you to my Doggs, that don't love hoes\n[00:19.07] And Firm Fiascoes, assholes\n[00:21.75] Fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up\n[00:25.73] Doin' a tango, and cash, always in my grasp\n[00:28.44] Came up in the game wearin' khakis not kangols, stranglin' hoes\n[00:32.80] When asked about it in most interviews, I just laugh\n[00:35.68] Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass\n[00:38.75] One feed me mangoes, the other lightin' my hash\n[00:41.29] Rap tabloids write Dre's light in the ass (what?)\n[00:44.33] Came home uptight, ready to mash\n[00:46.78] Like a gas pedal, get on that 64 Chevy level\n[00:49.91] AK-47 heavy metal\n[00:52.46] Who say Dre ain't ghetto? Just whistle like a tea kettle\n[00:55.35] I throw three at you, tell me if you see devils\n[00:58.36] 'Cause we rebels over here, I smell Chronic in the air\n[01:01.92] That means we takin' over this year, you hear?\n[01:04.65] Chronic, two-thousand (one)\n[01:06.93] That means we takin over this year, ya hear?\n[01:11.42] Light Speed, blazin' Chronic through the galaxy\n[01:14.64] Hydro, doja, chocolate Thai weed\n[01:17.50] Or we might be sippin' on gin or Hennessy\n[01:20.00] Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas\n[01:23.01] I hang among hustlers, I slang and hoo-bang Bronson\n[01:26.42] When bustaz roll through, can't fuck with my bold crew\n[01:29.33] We will hold you captive and bust\n[01:31.59] 'Cause gangbangin' is the active, activity\n[01:34.48] Where I be livin' B, there ain't no Liberty Statue\n[01:37.57] Hope you got your gat, don't let them catch you\n[01:39.55] Slippin', without yours, it's warfare outdoors\n[01:42.90] Ambulance, violent uproars\n[01:44.83] Trash niggaz takin' out like chores, I meet whores on tours\n[01:47.64] Jeans hot as pepper, so I sip, champagne on stormy shores\n[01:51.36] We on some hardcore, pornographic\n[01:53.69] Totin' Austrian firearms that's made out of plastic\n[01:56.48] In these drastic surroundings, it be sounding like\n[01:59.20] Lebanon, makin' fools retreat like Megatron and Starscream\n[02:03.19] Oh yeah, I scream-on-stars\n[02:04.56] To get loot and crossover like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar\n[02:07.64] Get out your car son, that's how I came to bougie niggaz\n[02:10.49] At bar one, it's either that or make front page stardom\n[02:13.69] I'm the Golden Child, chased by Sardo Nympsay\n[02:16.64] God's my bulletproof, it's hard to shoot me, you hear?\n[02:19.40] (By the time you see him)\n[02:21.76] That means it's real fuckin' hard to shoot me, you hear?\n[02:25.04] \n[02:29.39] Light Speed, blazin' Chronic through the galaxy\n[02:32.37] Hydro, doja, chocolate Thai weed\n[02:35.09] Or we might be sippin' on gin or Hennessy\n[02:37.75] Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas\n[02:39.50] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Light Speed\n artist: Dr Dre\n album: Dr Dre Collection\n duration_ms: 161000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hey, yo whassup?\n start_ms: 620\n end_ms: 1720\n- text: My name is Dre\n start_ms: 1720\n end_ms: 3070\n- text: Can I blaze some Chonic witchu?\n start_ms: 3070\n end_ms: 5660\n- text: Nigga what? 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Fo' ho'!\n Roll that shit up!\n\n Hell yeah, still alwayz into somethin'\n Heart still in Compton\n The comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classicals\n Introduced you to my Doggs, that don't love hoes\n And Firm Fiascoes, assholes\n Fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up\n Doin' a tango, and cash, always in my grasp\n Came up in the game wearin' khakis not kangols, stranglin' hoes\n When asked about it in most interviews, I just laugh\n Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass\n One feed me mangoes, the other lightin' my hash\n Rap tabloids write Dre's light in the ass (what?)\n Came home uptight, ready to mash\n Like a gas pedal, get on that 64 Chevy level\n AK-47 heavy metal\n Who say Dre ain't ghetto? Just whistle like a tea kettle\n I throw three at you, tell me if you see devils\n 'Cause we rebels over here, I smell Chronic in the air\n That means we takin' over this year, you hear?\n\n Chronic, two-thousand (one)\n That means we takin over this year, ya hear?\n\n Light Speed, blazin' Chronic through the galaxy\n Hydro, doja, chocolate Thai weed\n Or we might be sippin' on gin or Hennessy\n Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas\n\n I hang among hustlers, I slang and hoo-bang Bronson\n When bustaz roll through, can't fuck with my bold crew\n We will hold you captive and bust\n 'Cause gangbangin' is the active, activity\n Where I be livin' B, there ain't no Liberty Statue\n Hope you got your gat, don't let them catch you\n Slippin', without yours, it's warfare outdoors\n Ambulance, violent uproars\n Trash niggaz takin' out like chores, I meet whores on tours\n Jeans hot as pepper, so I sip, champagne on stormy shores\n We on some hardcore, pornographic\n Totin' Austrian firearms that's made out of plastic\n In these drastic surroundings, it be sounding like\n Lebanon, makin' fools retreat like Megatron and Starscream\n Oh yeah, I scream-on-stars\n To get loot and crossover like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar\n Get out your car son, that's how I came to bougie niggaz\n At bar one, it's either that or make front page stardom\n I'm the Golden Child, chased by Sardo Nympsay\n God's my bulletproof, it's hard to shoot me, you hear?\n\n (By the time you see him)\n That means it's real fuckin' hard to shoot me, you hear?\n\n Light Speed, blazin' Chronic through the galaxy\n Hydro, doja, chocolate Thai weed\n Or we might be sippin' on gin or Hennessy\n Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas\n"},{"id":18108061,"name":"Light Speed","trackName":"Light Speed","artistName":"Dr. Dre","albumName":"Dr. Dre - 2001","duration":161.021975,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey, yo whassup?\nMy name is Dre\nCan I blaze some chronic witchu?\nN- what? fo' sho'!\nRoll that shit up!\n\nHell yeah, still \"Alwayz Into Somethin'\"\nHeart still in Compton\nThe comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classicals\nIntroduced you to my Doggs, that don't love hoes\nAnd Firm Fiascoes - assholes\nFucked you up with my last video, tuxed up\nDoing a tango\nAnd cash, always in my grasp\nCame up in the game wearin khakis not kangols, stranglin' hoes\nWhen asked about it in most interviews I just laugh\nNow I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass\nOne feed me mangoes, the other lightin my hash\nRap tabloids write Dre's light in the ass (what?)\nCame home uptight, ready to mash\nLike a gas pedal, get on that sixty-four Chevy level\nAK-47 heavy metal\nWho say Dre ain't ghetto? 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