The Game

The Game - 1970 Somethin' lyrics

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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, wut 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 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
When pop realized, 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 T'Yonna 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'
You hype that belly shit, would you get you capped
And wrapped in plastic, tell the captain, S Roge what's happenin'?
Out here nor speak no evil, inside the [Incomprehensible]
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 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, naw! 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
(But I knew I)
(Knew that I was goin' somewhere, yeah, yeah)
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