🎵 Old Time’s Sake // by Eminem

141 ContributorsOld Time’s Sake Lyrics Eminem (as Slim Shady) and Dr. Dre rap about their favorite pastime: smokin' chronic. There are also planes and bitches involved. [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)