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Eminem Feat. Dr Dre - Old Time's Sake

Album: Relapse
Recording Year: 2009


[ Intro ]

Good evening,
This is your fucking captain speaking.
We will soon be reaching an altitude of four million and a half feet
Thatís eight million miles in the sky.
Please, undo your seatbelt for takeoff.
You are now free to smoke about the cabin

[ Verse 1 ] [ Dr Dre ]

Iím 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 their kegs up
From racking a bitch to, stacking them crates up
Iím still hungry and Iím back with a tapeworm
And what was happeniní in rap entertainment
Me and Shady far for competition, faggot there ainít none

[ Verse 1 ] [ Eminem ]

Speak of the devil
Itís attack of the Rainman
Chainsaw in hand, blood stain on my apron
Soon as the blade spun run, they run away from
Who wanna play dungeon? No one is safe from.
In search of a brain surgeon, a great one.
Wait, it ainít funny man itís urgent, I need one.
Two boxes of detergent and a paint gun, and an emergency squirt gun to spray A-1.

[ Chorus ]

So one more time for old timeís sake
Dre drop that beat and scratch that break
Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way
And letís go (You are now smokiní with the best, best)

I said one more time for old timeís sake
Dre drop that beat and scratch that break
Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way
And letís go (You are now smokiní with the best, best)

[ Verse 1 ] [ Eminem ]

Smoke signal in the sky like verizon wireless
A nice environment, suprise entirely
hypnotized by the sound I surround the hydrant
Takiní lives of firemen, say goodbye here I am again
Naked wives and vicodin
Before I begin to get to so high pussyboy I could spin
Vin vin 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 trenchcoat, no clothes again
Baby make us some french toast and show us some skin
I show you every inch grows in my foreskin
Show me nipple, I pinch both and throw up a ten
Now you know itís a sin to tease, blow us again
The sorceror of intercourse, if itís forced itís him
Donít fight the feeliní if youíre feeling the force within
Now when you wake up in the morniní next to the porcelain

[ Chorus ]

[ Verse 2 ] [ Dr Dre ]

Now whereís thereís smoke, thereís fire
Where thereís fire, thereís flames
Whereís thereís flames, thereís chronic
Either you high or you ainít
I got no time for no games

[ Verse 2 ] [ Eminem ]

Nah, uh he ainít playing
Heís gonna get the AK and aim it right at your brain
Iím slightly insane; Vodka and Creatine
Hypnotique and Red Bull, Itís an incredible energy drink
And itís given me wings, I believe I can fly
While I pee on a girl; You wonít catch me CSI
Itís as easy as pie, and as simple as cake
Dre, get on the mic and make them dribble and shake

[ Verse 3 ] [ Dr Dre ]

Now put your smoke up in the air
And raise your Henny and Coke
And if you really wanna get fucked up, just let me know
We can smoke till thereís no more lighter fluid to do it
Lets get into it, you smoking with the triedest and truest
I got the Midas touch when it comes to rolling shit up
You motherfuckers ainít smoking, you just holding shit up
Now here we go, letís get up, get down, hold up a blunt
I smoke the kinda stuff that make the records go number one
Cuz if at first you donít succeed, wonít 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 3 ] [ Eminem ]

Well smoke enough for me, fuck yeah, light it up Cheech!
Come on, smoke me out, cuz, give me contact buzz
Get me on track, they love me when Iím on that stuff.
This earth calling Shady, man come on back
Man weíre losing him; he wonít even respond back
Now look at all the pretty women in here (Damn bitches)
Dre, itís hot, I think we better go check on their temperatures
I give them the thermometer you get the bandages
Now baby just bend over, this wonít hurt a damn bit just

[ Chorus ]

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