I Wrote This Song In '94 Lyrics - Singles - Dave Chappelle

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 

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. 

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 

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 

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 

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! 

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 

{dont give him no cooci} 

DJ: 2Pac rest in peace! 

2Pac: Ok, I will!