Текст песни   Eminem - Old Time's Sake    
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                                                                    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 
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 
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 
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 
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 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 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 triest 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 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 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)