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

Good evening
This is your 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 seatbelt for takeoff
You are now free to smoke about the cabin

I'm Dre from back in the day, from N.W.A
From black and the gray, from chronic to base
From purple to fucked up, from rackin' up hits
To stackin' them crates up
I'm still hungry and I'm back with a tapeworm
And with what's happenin' in rap entertainment
Me and Shady, as far as competition, nigga, there ain't none

Speak of the Devil, it's attack of the Rain Man
Gun in hand, bloodstain on my apron
Soon as the blade spun, vrrunn, they run away from
Who wanna play dungeon? Nowhere to say 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 and 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 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

Smoke signal in the sky like Verizon Wireless
A nice environment, surprised, entirely hypnotized
By the sound, I surround the hydrants
Say goodbye, here I am again
Bitches, wives, and Vicodin
Before I begin to get so high, bitch boy, I could spin
Pin, fin, fuck the handle, I fly off the hinge
Let that boy off the binge, 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 tin
Now you know it's a sin to tease bitches
The sorcerer of intercourse, if it's forced, it's him
Don't fight the feelin' if you're feelin' the force within
And when you wake up in the mornin' 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 crack
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
HipNodik and Red Bull, it's an incredible energy drink
And it's given me wings, I believe I can fly
While I'm puffin' L, you won't catch me CSI
It's as easy as pie and as simple as keg
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, 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' weed up
Niggas ain't smokin', you just hold the 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
Seein' as how I blew up off of purple weed

Well, smoke enough for me, bitch, yeah, light it up, Cheech
Come on, smoke me out cuz, 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 losin' him, he won't even respond back
Now look at all the pretty women in here
Shit is 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

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 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