Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ninteen Seventy Something, artist - Masta Ace. Date of issue: 21.12.2017
Song language: English
Ninteen Seventy Something |
| I was raised to the sound of the 70's |
| Earth, wind and fire, sounded so heavenly |
| Ohio players and Curtis Mayfield |
| Aretha Franklins picture on a playbill |
| Al Green in a tight suit, all white |
| Minnie Riperton high notes, all night |
| Mama even had a box full of 45's |
| Put the needle down, yea that sound sorta live |
| Sound like the kind of groove I could rap over |
| Got drunk off the beat then I was back sober |
| Bring that part back, yea I’mma murder that |
| Donny Hat on the track with Roberta Flack |
| Hide the records |
| In a the bag |
| Sneak them out before she notice that they gone |
| Gotta think |
| I don’t know |
| Should I rap over my moms favorite song? |
| Better hope I don’t scratch it, or that’s it |
| I’mma get my ass kicked, that’s a classic |
| Can’t explain that I was just borrowing it |
| Moms on a rampage lookin' for her Parliament |
| And Donny Hathaway feelin like a cast’away |
| Hiding in grandmas room more than half the day |
| If I told her that her Parliament at brian crib |
| And nobody home now, I’mma be a crying kid |
| But it’s seeming like I’m safe for the time being |
| My uncle gettin all the blame far as I’m seeing |
| I just gotta lay low like a snake belly |
| It’s a sticky situation like grape jelly |
| I’m on the titanic, or some other boat |
| Got my uncle and my mother at each others throat |
| You better hope mommy never find out |
| Cause if she does then that’s your ass |
| You know damn well if you touch one |
| And you get caught that’ll be your ass |
| Ninteen-Seventy Something |
| And the year is. |
| Ninteen-Seventy Something |
| The final act, Brians at the door |
| With a black and red nap sack |
| Here to bring the vinyl back |
| I put it back before anybody notices |
| He said «close call» I said «yea I know this is» |
| But I got away with it like the perfect crime |
| And made a fresh tape, man it was worth the time |
| Aggravation and stress almost made a mess |
| If she found out it was me would laid the rest |
| But I’m over like a fat rat |
| That was smart it’s a good thing you hid 'em in that backpack |
| It feels so good to get that out the way |
| Now I’m out the door, back out to play |
| I’m about to say these are the good time like Chic |
| And then I hear my mom shriek |