Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 1970 Somethin', artist - The Notorious B.I.G.. Date of issue: 12.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
1970 Somethin' |
| 1970 Somethin' nigga I don’t sweat the date my moms was late, |
| So I had to plan my escape, out the skins, |
| In this world the fly girls, tangeray and hennesey, |
| Untill I call earl, 10 months in this gut, what the fuck, |
| I wish moms would hurry up, so I can get buck wild, |
| Juvenile with the mics n shit, New York New York, ready for the likes of this, |
| Then came the worst date, May 21st 2:19 was when my moma water burst, |
| No spouse in the house, so she rolled herself, |
| To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help, |
| Umbilical cords wrapped around my neck, |
| Im seein' my death, and I ain’t even took my first step, |
| I made it out im bringin' mad joy, |
| The doctor looked and said he’s gonna be BAD BOY! |
| I remmember 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 it I give my left eye, |
| With the right I visualized, the king of bed-stuy, |
| Checkin his daughter tianna into junior high, |
| If I was in brooklyn, and B.I. |
| was still alive, in 2006 it might sound like this, |
| N.Y. 718 212, where sue’s rendevouz, |
| Its like moulin rouge, |
| High fashion, up town air force ones, |
| And vasquez, puerto ricans with fat asses |
| Lace dutch masters, we dump ashes, on models and S classes, |
| For you bastards, catch a cab to manhattan, |
| With that broadway actin', u hype that belly shit, |
| Would u get u capped, and wrapped in plastic, |
| Tell the captain, ask Roge was happennin', |
| Out here nor speak no evil, inside the Magnum |
| I remmember 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 13 smokin' blunts, makin' green, |
| Or on the drug scene, fuck the football team, |
| Risk it, ruptured spleens, by the age of 16, |
| Hearin' the coach scream, make my lifetime dream, |
| I mean, I wanna blow up, stack my doe up, |
| So school I didn’t show up, and fuck my flow up, |
| Mom said that I should grow up, and check myself, |
| Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself, |
| Put the drugs on the shelf, naww! |
| I 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, |
| C74 mark 8, set me straight, not able to move behind a great steel gate, |
| Time to contemplate, damn were did I fail, |
| All the money I stacked, was all the money for bail, |
| I remmember 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, |