[Verse 1] Listen close, as life turns its pages Makaveli here, kickin' rhymes for the ages Seen things in stages, wise words spoken by sages From SkyTel to BlackBerry pagers Your crew don't phase us, we'll make you bustas pay us Run up in your spot like CJ from San Andreas
[Hook] I wrote this song a long time ago A real long time ago, feel me! I wrote this song a long time ago It was the dopest song I ever wrote... in '94
[Verse 2] What can a nigga do when half the people voted for George W It's a bitch, fuck George W. -- can't be true -- I wanna choke him, because he's a snitch I'm talking about George W. Smith From city council, he ran in '93 Out in Oakland, you probably didn't hear about him
[Hook] I wrote this song a long time ago A real long time ago Way before Slim Shady was in demand Way before we dropped baloney on Afghanistan I wrote this song in '94
[Verse 3] How am I doin' this? Look around the club, see everyone in the place Showing 'Pac love got a smile on my face The girl in the miniskirt has bad taste Because her shirt don't match And there's a puddin' stain on the back What the fuck is that? It might be doo-doo
And you in the back, you ain't shit You bought a gin and tonic but you didn't even tip And if you hit the table one more time then the record might skip Might skip... I told you, stop hittin' the table
[Outro] Tupac Shakur! I wrote this rhyme in 1994, I'm not alive! Thug life! Dave Chappelle, that ain't your wife A married man, you've got two kids Go home!
[Hook] I wrote this song a long time ago, a real long time ago Way before Beanie Sigel had to do a bid Way before Dave Chappelle had two kids Don't give him no coochie