The Game, The Notorious B.I.G. - 1970 Somethin' lyrics
The Notorious B.I.G. [Christopher George Latore Wallace] Brooklyn, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Game, The Notorious B.I.G. - 1970 Somethin' lyrics]
19, 1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin'
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
1970 somthin'
1970 somethin'
Nigga I don't sweat the date
My moms is late
So I had to plan my escape, out the skins
In this world, the fly girl
Tangere or Hennessy until I called Earl
Ten months in this gut, what the fuck
I wish moms would hurry up
So I could get buck
While, Juvenile rippin' mics and shit
New York
New York ready for the lights of this
Uh, then came the worst date, May, 21st
2: 19 is when my mama's water burst
No spouse in the house, so she rolls herself
To the hospital
To see if she could get a little help
Umbilical chord's wraped 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 a Bad Boy."
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin'
19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin'
Would 'Pac be alive, if you let 'Pac drive?
Swear to God, to reverse
That I'll give my Left Eye
With the right I'll visualize
The king of Bed-Sty
Checkin' his daughter
Teana into junior high
If I was in Brooklyn and B.I. was still alive
In 2006, it might sound like this
NY, 7-1-8's, 2-1-2's
With Sue's rendezvous
It's like Moulin Rouge
High fashion
Uptown Air Force Ones and Vasquez
Puerto Ricans with fat asses
Blazed ducth masters, we dump ashes
On models in S classes for you bastards
Catch a cab to Manhattan
With that Broadway actin'
You hype
That Belly shit'll get you capped
And wraped in plastic
Tell the captain to ask
Rog' What's Happenin'?
I hear, nor speak no evil inside the magnum
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin'
Now I'm thirteen
Smokin' blunts makin' cream
On the drug scene, fuck the football team
Risk it
Rupt' your spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream
Made my lifetime dream
I mean, I wanna blow up, stack my dough up
So school, I didn't show up
It fucked my flow up
Ma' said that I should grow up
And check myself
Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
Put the drugs on the shelf, nah
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
Seat 74, Mart 8 set me straight
Not able to move, behind a great steel gate
Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
All the money I stacked
Was all the money for bail
19, 70 somethin'
19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin'
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
1970 somethin'
Nine, 1970 somethin'
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
1970 somethin'
Nine, teen, seventy, somethin'
1970 somethin'
19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin'
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
1970 somthin'
1970 somethin'
Nigga I don't sweat the date
My moms is late
So I had to plan my escape, out the skins
In this world, the fly girl
Tangere or Hennessy until I called Earl
Ten months in this gut, what the fuck
I wish moms would hurry up
So I could get buck
While, Juvenile rippin' mics and shit
New York
New York ready for the lights of this
Uh, then came the worst date, May, 21st
2: 19 is when my mama's water burst
No spouse in the house, so she rolls herself
To the hospital
To see if she could get a little help
Umbilical chord's wraped 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 a Bad Boy."
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin'
19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin'
Would 'Pac be alive, if you let 'Pac drive?
Swear to God, to reverse
That I'll give my Left Eye
With the right I'll visualize
The king of Bed-Sty
Checkin' his daughter
Teana into junior high
If I was in Brooklyn and B.I. was still alive
In 2006, it might sound like this
NY, 7-1-8's, 2-1-2's
With Sue's rendezvous
It's like Moulin Rouge
High fashion
Uptown Air Force Ones and Vasquez
Puerto Ricans with fat asses
Blazed ducth masters, we dump ashes
On models in S classes for you bastards
Catch a cab to Manhattan
With that Broadway actin'
You hype
That Belly shit'll get you capped
And wraped in plastic
Tell the captain to ask
Rog' What's Happenin'?
I hear, nor speak no evil inside the magnum
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin'
Now I'm thirteen
Smokin' blunts makin' cream
On the drug scene, fuck the football team
Risk it
Rupt' your spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream
Made my lifetime dream
I mean, I wanna blow up, stack my dough up
So school, I didn't show up
It fucked my flow up
Ma' said that I should grow up
And check myself
Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
Put the drugs on the shelf, nah
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
Seat 74, Mart 8 set me straight
Not able to move, behind a great steel gate
Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
All the money I stacked
Was all the money for bail
19, 70 somethin'
19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin'
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
1970 somethin'
Nine, 1970 somethin'
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
1970 somethin'
Nine, teen, seventy, somethin'
1970 somethin'