Old Times Sake lyricsGood 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 seatbelt 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 their kegs up.
From racking a bitch to,
Stacking them crates up,
I’m still hungry and I’m back with a tapeworm.
And we was happening and rapping entertainment me and Shady
As for competition, faggot there ain’t none
Speak of the devil
It’s 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 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.
(Chorus Begin)
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
We’re now smoking with the best (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
We’re now smoking with the best (the best)
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
Fin, fin
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 off some skin.
I 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 Begin)
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
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We’re now smoking with the best (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
We’re now smoking with the best (the best)
(Chorus End)
Now where’s there’s smoke, there’s fire
Where there’s fire, there’s flames
Where’s there’s flames, there’s chronic
Either you high or you ain’t
I got no time for no games
Nah, uh he ain’t playing
He’s gonna get the AK and aim it right at your brain
I’m slightly insane; Vodka and Creatine
Hypnotique 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 CSI!
It’s as easy as pie, and as simple as cake
Dre, get on the mic and make them dribble and shake
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 there’s 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 ain’t smoking, you just holding 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.
Cuz 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, cuz, give me contact buzz
Get me on track, they love me when I’m on that stuff.
This 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 give them the thermometer you get the bandages
Now baby just bend over, this won’t hurt a damn bit just…
(Chorus Begin)
And give 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
We’re now smoking with the best (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
We’re now smoking with the best (the best)
(Chorus End)
these lyrics are submitted by An@ Di@sthese lyrics are last corrected by Pilidis 
