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Listen close, as turns its pages
here, kickin' rhymes for the ages
Seen things in stages, words spoken by sages
From SkyTel to BlackBerry
crew don't phase us, we'll make you bustas pay us
Run up in your like CJ from San Andreas

I wrote this a long time ago
A real long ago
me!
I wrote this song a time ago
It was the dopest I ever wrote... in '94

What can a {nigga} do half the people voted for George W.
It's a bitch, {fuck} W. -- can't be true --
I wanna choke him, he's a snitch
I'm talking George W. Smith
city council, he ran in '93
Out in Oakland, you probably didn't hear him

I this song a long time ago
A real time ago
Way Slim Shady was in demand
Way we dropped baloney on Afghanistan
I this song in '94

How am I doin'
Look around the club, see everyone in the
Showing 'Pac love got a on my face
The girl in the has bad taste
her shirt don't match
And there's a stain on the back
the {fuck} is that?
It be doo-doo

And you in the back, you {shit}
You a gin and tonic but you didn't even tip
And if you hit the table one more then the record might skip
Might skip... I told you, stop hittin' the

Tupac
I wrote this rhyme in
I'm not alive!
life!
Dave Chappelle, that ain't your
A married man, you've got two
Go home!

I wrote this song a long ago
A real time ago
Way before Beanie had to do a bid
Way Dave Chappelle had two kids
{dont give him no

DJ: rest in peace!
Ok, I will!