Old Time's Sake

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Andre Romelle Young (born February 18, 1965), known by his stage name Dr. Dre, is an American rapper, record producer, entrepreneur, and actor. He is the founder and current CEO of Aftermath Entertainment and Beats Electronics. Dre was previously the co-owner and artist of Death Row Records. He has… more »

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 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 and tame at me Shady for us competition Faggot, there ain't none
 Speak of the devil It's attack of the rain man 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, the day 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 brake Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way
And let's go
You are now smoking with the best (the best)
I said one more time for old time's sake
Dre, drop that beat and scratch that brake Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way
And let's go
You are 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 Vicadin 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 us some skin
I show you every inch grows of my foreskin Show me nipple I pinch, throw up, 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 
So one more time for old time's sake
Dre, drop that beat and scratch that brake Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way
And let's go
You are now smoking with the best (the best)
I said one more time for old time's sake
Dre, drop that beat and scratch that brake Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way
And let's go
You are now smoking with the best (the best)

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 
Nah uh, he ain't playin'
He's gonna get the AK and aim it right at your brain I'm slightly insane Vodka and kreatine Hypnotic 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 tremble 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 triest and truest I got the Midas touch
When it comes to rolling shit up
You motherfuckas 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 is how I blew up off of puffing them trees 
Well puffing ain't 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 But 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,

And give me one more time for old time's sake
Dre, drop that beat and scratch that brake Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way
And let's go
You are now smoking with the best (the best)
I said one more time for old time's sake
Dre, drop that beat and scratch that brake Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way
And let's go
You are now smoking with the best (the best)

Written by: MARK BATSON, ERIC COOMES, TREVOR LAWRENCE JR., MARSHALL MATHERS, DAWAUN PARKER, ANDRE YOUNG

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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