The Game
The Game - 1970 Somethin' songtekst
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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)