1970 Somethin` |
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1970 Somethin` Lyrics |
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 1970 somethin`, 1970 somethin`1970 somethin`, 1970 somethin` 1970 somethin`, 1970 somethin` 1970 somthin` 1970 somethin`, nigga I don`t sweat the date, my moms is late So I had to plan my escape, out the skins In this world, the fly girl Tangere or Hennessey until I called Earl Ten months in this gut, what the fuck I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck While, Juvenile rippin` mics and shit New York, New York ready for the lights of this Uh, then came the worst date, May, 21st 2:19 is when my mama`s water burst No spouse in the house, so she rolls herself To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help Umbilical chord`s wrapped around my neck I`m seein` my death, and I ain`t even took my first step I made it out, I`m bringin` mad joy The doctor looked and said, "He`s gonna be a bad boy" I remember back in time Before all the homies died Before all the dollars and nines I knew that I was goin` somewhere Let me take you back in time Before I even got the rhyme Before I had nickels and dimes I knew that I was goin` somewhere Would `Pac be alive, if you let `Pac drive? Swear to God, to reverse, that I`ll give my left eye With the right I`ll visualize the king of Bed Sty Checkin` his daughter, Teana into junior high If I was in Brooklyn and B.I. was still alive In 2006, it might sound like this NY, 7 1 8`s, 2 1 2`s With Sue`s rendezvous, it`s like Moulin Rouge High fashion, uptown Air Force Ones and Vasquez Puerto Ricans with fat asses Blazed dutch masters, we dump ashes On models in S classes for you bastards Catch a cab to Manhattan, with that Broadway actin` You hype, that Belly shit`ll get you capped and wrapped in plastic Tell the captain to ask Rog `What`s Happenin`? Nah, I hear, nor speak no evil inside the magnum I remember back in time Before all the homies died Before all the dollars and nines I knew that I was goin` somewhere Let me take you back in time Now I`m thirteen, smokin` blunts makin` cream On the drug scene, fuck the football team Risk it, rupt` your spleens by the age of sixteen Hearin` the coach scream, make my lifetime dream I mean, I wanna blow up, stack my dough up So school, I didn`t show up, it fucked my flow up Ma` said that I should grow up, and check myself Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself Put the drugs on the shelf, nah, couldn`t see it Scarface, king of New York, I wanna be it Rap was secondary, money was necessary Until I got incarcerated, kinda scary Seat 74, Mart 8 set me straight Not able to move, behind a great steel gate Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail? All the money I stacked, was all the money for bail I remember back in time Before all the homies died Before all the dollars and nines I knew that I was goin` somewhere Let me take you back in time Before I even got the rhyme Before I had nickels and dimes I knew that I was goin` somewhere, yeah 1970 somethin`, 1970 somethin` 1970 somethin`, 1970 somethin` 1970 somethin`, 1970 somethin` 1970 somthin` © EMI LONGITUDE MUSIC INC; BLACK FOUNTAIN PUBLISHING; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; HERBILICIOUS MUSIC; BIG POPPA MUSIC; JUSTIN COMBS PUBLISHING INC; FORAY MUSIC; CHRISTIAN COMBS MUSIC; 2 DAUGHTERS MUSIC; |
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