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The Notorious B.I.G.( Notorious BIG )
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1970 Somethin' (Featuring The Game and Faith Evans)
Lyricist:Harry Wayne Casey, Stephen Ellis Garrett, Diana Eugena King, Jack Knight, Jayceon Taylor, Christopher Wallace
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' 1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' 1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' 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 Hennessey, until 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 and shit, New York, New York Ready for the likes of this then came the worst date May 21st, 2:19 was when my momma 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 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 bad boyâ€
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 it I give my left eye, with the right I visualized, the King of Bedstuy 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
With sues rendezvous, it's 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'
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com You hype that belly shit, would you get you capped And wrapped in plastic, tell the captain, S Roge was happennin' Nor 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 13 smokin' blunts, makin' green, or on the drug scene Fuck the football team, risk it, rupt your 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 fucked 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 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, see '74 March 8, set me straight, not able to move Behind a great steal gate, time to contemplate, damn were 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
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1970 somethin'
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