TRENCH COAT

LYRICS: 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 seatbelt for takeoff. (pshh) 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're what's happening in rap entertainment, Me and Shady. Far as competition, faggot there ain't none Speak of the devil, It's attack of the Rainman Chainsaw in hand, blood stain on my apron Soon as the blade spun (vrun) they run away from Who wanna play dungeon? No one is safe from. In search of a brain surgeon, a great one. Wait, it 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. (Chorus) So one more time for old time's sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break 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 break 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 Surprise, entirely hypnotized by the sound I surround the hydrants ...