Old Time's Sake

[Intro: Eminem]

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 (Chhk)

You are now free to smoke about the cabin (The cabin)

(Chhka)

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]

I'm Dre from back in the day, from

N.W.A, 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

[Verse 2: Eminem]

Speak of the Devil, it's attack of the Rain Man

Chainsaw in hand, bloodstain on my apron

Soon as the blade spun, vrrunn, 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

[Chorus: Eminem]

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, the best—chr-chrka)

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, the best—chr-chrka)

[Verse 3: Eminem]

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

[Chorus: Eminem]

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, the best—chr-chrka)

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, the best—chr-chrka)

[Verse 4: Dr. Dre]

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

[Verse 5: Eminem]

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 givin' me wings, I believe I can fly

While I pee on a girl, you won't catch me CSI

It's as easy as pie, and as simple as cake

Dre, get on the mic and make 'em tremble and shake

[Verse 6: Dr. Dre]

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, 'til 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

[Verse 7: Eminem & Dr. Dre]

Well, smoke enough for me, fuck, yeah, light it up, Cheech

Come on, smoke me out huzz, 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, and just—

[Chorus: Eminem]

And 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 smoking with the best, the best—chr-chrka)

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, the best—chr-chrka)