This is your fucking captain We will soon be reaching an altitude of million and a half feet That’s eight million miles in the Please, your seatbelt for takeoff You are now free to smoke about cabin I’m from back in the day from from black and the gray from Choking a bitch to smacking her face Stacking bodies to Racking kegs up Racking a to Stacking crates up I’m still hungry And I’m back with tapeworm And we was and rapping and tame at me Shady for competition Faggot, There ain’t of the devil It’s of the rain man Chainsaw in hand, blood stain my apron Soon as the spun run, they run away from Who wanna dungeon? No one is from search of a brain surgeon A great one Wait, the day ain’t funny It’s urgent I need one Two boxes of detergent and a gun And an squirt gun to spray A-1 So one more time for time’s sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that Now just blow a little bit of that smoke way And let’s go We’re now smoking the best (the best) I said one more time for time’s sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that just send a little bit of that smoke my way And let’s go We’re now smoking with the best best) signal in the sky like Verizon wireless A nice environment Surprised, entirely hypnotized by the sound I the hydrants taking of firemen Say goodbye, here I am wives and vicadin Before I to get so high; pussy boy, I could spin Fin, fin Fuck the handle I fly off hinge Let that boy off the bench, coach and throw it him There he goes in his trench coat, no again Baby, make us some French toast and show some skin I show you inch grows of my foreskin Show me nipple I pinch, throw up, and throw up a Now you know it’s sin to tease, blow us again The sorcerer intercourse - if it’s forced, it’s him Don’t fight the feeling if you’re feeling force within And when you wake up in the morning to the porcelain So one more time old time’s sake Dre, drop that beat and that brake Now just a little bit of that smoke my way And let’s go We’re now smoking the best (the best) said one more time for old time’s sake Dre, drop beat and scratch that brake Now just send a little bit of that smoke my And let’s go We’re now with the best (the best) Now where’s there’s smoke, there’s Where there’s fire, flames there’s flames, there’s chronic you high or you ain’t I got no time for no Nah, uh he playing He’s get the AKA and aim it right at your brain I’m slightly insane Vodka and kreatine and red bull It’s incredible energy drink it’s given me wings I believe I fly While I pee on girl catch me, CSI It’s as easy as And as simple as Dre, get on the mic make them dribble and shake Now put your up in the air And your henny and coke And if you really wanna fucked up, just let me know We smoke till there’s no more lighter fluid to do it Lets into it smoking with the triest and truest I got the touch When comes to rolling shit up You motherfuckers smoking You just holding shit here we go Let’s get up, get down up a blunt I smoke the kinda stuff make the records go number one Cuz if at first don’t succeed, won’t hurt to smoke some weed Now them words just a little more personal for me Seeing is how I up off of puffing them trees Well ain’t enough for me Fuck light it up Cheech, come on Smoke me cuz me contact buzz Get me track love me when I’m on that stuff But this earth Shady, man come on back (what?) Man losing him; he won’t even respond back (fuck!) Now at all the pretty women in here (Damn bitches) Dre, it’s hot I think we better go check their temperatures I give the thermometer You get the Now baby bend over This won’t hurt damn it just… one more time for old time’s sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that Now just blow a little bit that smoke my way And let’s go We’re smoking with the best (the best) said one more time for old time’s sake Dre, drop that beat scratch that brake Now send a little bit of that smoke my way And let’s go We’re smoking with the best (the best)