Eminem:
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Good evening. This is your fucking captain speaking
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We will soon be reaching an altitude of
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4 million and a half feet
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That's 8 million miles in the sky
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Please undo your seat belt for take off
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You are now free to smoke about the cabin
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Dr. Dre:
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I'm Dre from back in the day from
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N.W.A from black and the grey from
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Chokin' a bitch to smacking her face from
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Stackin' up bodies to racking their kids up from
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Racking up hits to stacking them crates up
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I'm still hungry and I'm back with a tapeworm
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And we was happening and rap entertainment
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Me and shady for us competition faggot there ain't none
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Em:
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Speak of the devil
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It's the attack of the rain man
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Chainsaw in hand bloodstain on my apron
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Soon as the blades spun vrun they run away from
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Who want to play dungeon no one is safe from
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In search of a brain surgeon the great one
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Wait it ain't funny man, It's urgent I need one
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Two boxes of detergent and a paintgun
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And a emergency squirtgun to spray everyone
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Chorus:
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So one more time for old time's sake
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Dre drop that beat and scratch that break
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Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way
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And let's go (you're now smoking with the best, the best)
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I said one more time for old time's sake
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Dre drop that beat and scratch that break
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Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way
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And let's go (you're now smoking with the best, the best)
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Em:
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Smoke signal in the sky like Verizon wireless,
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A nice environment
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Surprised, entirely hypnotized by the sound
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I surround the hydrants taking lives of firemen
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Say goodbye, here I am again
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Naked wives and vicodin
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Before I begin to get so high pussy boy I could spin
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Vin vin, Fuck the handle, I fly off the hinge
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Let the boy off the bench coach and throw it to him
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There he goes in his trench coat and them clothes again
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Baby make us some french toast and show us some skin
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I'll show you every inch girls of my foreskin
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Show me nipple I pinch both and throw up a ten
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Now you know it's a sin to tease blow us again
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The sorcerer of intercourse if it's forced it's him
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Don't fight the feeling if you're feeling the force within
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When you wake in the morning next to the porcelain
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Chorus:
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So one more time for old time's sake
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Dre drop that beat and scratch that break
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Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way
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And let's go (you're now smoking with the best, the best)
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I said one more time for old time's sake
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Dre drop that beat and scratch that break
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Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way
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And let's go (you're now smoking with the best, the best)
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Dre:
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Now where there's smoke there's fire
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Where there's fire there's flames
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Where there's flames there's chronic
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Either you high or you ain't
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I got no time for no games
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Em:
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Nah-ah he ain't playing,
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He's gonna get the AK and aim it at your brain
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I'm slightly insane, Vodka and creatine
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Hypnotic and red bull, it's an incredible energy drink
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And it's giving me wings
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I believe I can fly
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While I pee on the girl you won't catch me CSI
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It's as easy as pie, and as simple as cake
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Dre. get on the mic and make them tremble and shake
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Dre:
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Now put your smoke up in the air
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Raise your Henny and coke
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And if you really want to get fucked up just let me know
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We can smoke if there is no more lighter fluid to do it
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Let's get into it, you smoking with the triedest and truest
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I got the Midas touch when it comes to rolling shit up
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You muthafuckers ain't smoking you just holding shit up
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Now here we go, let's get up, get down, hold up a blunt
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I smoke the kind of stuff that makes the records go number one
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Cause if at first you don't succeed
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Won't hurt to smoke some weed
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Now them words are just a little more personal for me
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Seeing as how I blew up off puffing them trees
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Em:
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Was luck enough for me
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Fuck yeah, light it up sheesh
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Come on smoke me up cuz,
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Get me contact buzz
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Get me on track, they love me when I'm on that stuff
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But this is Earth calling Shady man come on back (what)
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Man we're losing him, he won't even respond back fuck
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Now look at all the pretty women in here (damn bitches)
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Dre it's hot I think we better go check on their temperatures
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I get the thermometer you get the bandages
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Now baby just bend over this won't hurt a damn bit
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Chorus:
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So one more time for old time's sake
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Dre drop that beat and scratch that break
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Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way
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And let's go (you're now smoking with the best, the best)
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I said one more time for old time's sake
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Dre drop that beat and scratch that break
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Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way
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And let's go (you're now smoking with the best, the best)
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Old Time`s Sake (Feat. Dr. Dre)
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| Eminem |
