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; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com