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, |