Old Time's Sake (feat. Dr. Dre)

Eminem

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    Good evening
    This is your fucking captain speaking
    We will soon be reaching an altitude of
    Four million and a half feet
    That's eight million miles in the sky
    Please, undo your seat belt for takeoff
    You are now free to smoke about the cabin

    I'm Dre, from back in the day, from
    NWA, from black and the gray, from
    Choking a bitch, to smacking her face, from
    Stacking up bodies, to racking AKs up
    From racking up hits, to stacking them crates up
    I'm still hungry and I'm back with a tapeworm
    And we're what's happenin' in rap entertainment
    Me and Shady, as far as competition
    Faggot, there ain't none

    Speak of the Devil, it's attack of the Rain Man
    Chainsaw in hand, bloodstain on my apron
    Soon as the blade spun, vroom, they run away from
    Who wanna play dungeon? No one is safe from!

    In search of a brain surgeon, a great one
    Wait, it ain't funny, man, it's urgent, I need one
    Two boxes of detergent in a paint gun
    And an emergency squirt gun to spray A-1

    So one more time for old time's sake
    Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break
    Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way
    And let's go (you are now smoking with the best)

    I said: One more time for old time's sake
    Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break
    Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way
    And let's go (you are now smoking with the best)

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    Smoke signal in the sky like Verizon Wireless
    A nice environment
    Surprised entirely
    Hypnotized by the sound, I surround the hydrants
    Taking lives of firemen, say goodbye, here I am again
    Naked wives and Vicodin
    Before I begin to get so high, pussy boy, I could spin
    Vinn-vinn, fuck the handle
    I fly off the hinge
    Let that boy off the bench, coach, and throw it to him
    There he goes in his trench coat, no clothes again
    Baby, make us some french toast and show us some skin
    I'll show you every inch grows on my foreskin
    Show me nipple, I pinch both, and throw up a ten
    Now you know it's a sin to tease, blow us again
    The sorcerer of intercourse, if it's forced, it's him
    Don't fight the feeling if you're feeling the force within
    And when you wake up in the morning next to the porcelain

    So one more time for old time's sake
    Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break
    Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way
    And let's go (you are now smokin' with the best)

    I said: One more time for old time's sake
    Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break
    Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way
    And let's go (you are now smokin' with the best)

    Now where there's smoke, there's fire
    Where there's fire, there's flames
    Where there's flames, there's chronic
    Either you high or you ain't
    I got no time for no games

    Nuh, uh, he ain't playin'
    He's gon' get the AK and aim it right at your brain
    I'm slightly insane, vodka and creatine
    Hpnotiq and Red Bull, it's an incredible energy drink
    And it's given me wings, I believe I can fly
    While I pee on a girl, you won't catch me on CSI
    It's as easy as pie, and as simple as cake
    Dre, get on the mic and make 'em tremble and shake

    Now put your smoke up in the air, raise your Henny and Coke
    And if you really wanna get fucked up
    Just let me know
    We can smoke till there's no more lighter fluid to do it
    Let's get into it
    You're smokin' with the triedest and truest
    I got the Midas touch when it comes to rollin' shit up
    You motherfuckers ain't smokin', you just holdin' shit up
    Now here we go, let's get up
    Get down, hold up a blunt
    I smoke the kinda stuff that make the records go number one
    'Cause if at first you don't succeed
    Won't hurt to smoke some weed
    Now them words are just a little more personal for me
    Seeing as how I blew up off of puffing them trees

    Well, smoke enough for me, fuck yeah, light it up, Cheech
    Come on, smoke me out 'cause, give me contact buzz
    Get me on track
    They love me when I'm on that stuff
    But this is Earth calling Shady, man, come on back (what?)
    Man, we're losing him, he won't even respond back, fuck!
    Now look at all the pretty women in here (damn, bitches!)
    Dre, it's hot
    I think we better go check on their temperatures
    I'll get the thermometer, you get the bandages
    Now baby, just bend over, this won't hurt a damn bit, just—

    Give me one more time for old time's sake
    Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break
    Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way
    And let's go (you are now smokin' with the best)

    I said: One more time for old time's sake
    Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break
    Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way
    And let's go (you are now smokin' with the best)

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    Composición: Lawrence Trevor, Dr Dre, Eminem, Batson Mark, Ammadeus y Erick Todd Coomes

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