This is your ****ing 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 & 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
  
 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 brake
  
 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 vicadin
  
 Before I begin to get so high; pussy boy, I could spin
  
 Fin, fin
  
 **** 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
  
 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 brake
  
 Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way
  
 And let's go
  
 We're now smoking with the best (the best)
 
 
  
 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 AKA and aim it right at your brain
  
 I'm slightly insane
  
 Vodka and creatine
  
 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 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 ****ed 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 **** up
  
 You mother****ers ain't smoking
  
 You just holding **** 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
  
 **** 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 (****!)
  
 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 it just…
 
  
 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
  
 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 brake
  
 Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way
  
 And let's go
  
 We're now smoking with the best (the best)
poniedziałek, 27 lutego 2012
Old Times Sake - Eminem
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