I Wrote This Song a Long Time Ago

DJ: Here's that new Tupac!

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 faze us, we'll make you busters pay us
Run up on your spot like C.J. from San Andreas!

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

What can a nigga do, when half the people voted for George W.
[No idea]
George W., can't be true
I'm gonna choke him, 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.

I wrote this song a long time, ago a real long time ago
Way before Slim Shady was in demand,
Way before we dropped bologna on Afghanistan.
I wrote this song in '94.

Am I doing this?

Look around the club, see everyone in the place
Showing Pac love, and a smile on my face
The girl in the mini skirt has bad taste,
'Cause her shirt don't match, there's a pudding 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 & tonic, but you didn't even tip!
And if you hit this table one more time, then the record might skip, might skip
I told you...stop hitting the table.

2Pac Shakur
I wrote this rap in 1994

I'M NOT ALIVE!

THUG LIFE!
Dave Chappelle, that ain't your wife.
You beter leave, you got 2 kids
GO HOOOOOOOOMMME!!!

I wrote this song a long time ago, a real long time ago
Way before Beanie Siegel had to do a bid,
Way before Dave Chappelle had two kids,
Don't give him no coochy.

DJ: 2Pac rest in peace!

OKAY, I WILL!