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Notorious B.i.g. - 1970 Somethin' lyrics
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 ashesNotorious B.i.g. - 1970 Somethin' - http://motolyrics.com/notorious-big/1970-somethin-lyrics.html
 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'









