1970Somethin'

1970 Somethin' - The Notorious B.I.G.

1970 Something ni**a

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 f**k,

I wish moms would hurry up,

So I can get buck wild,

Juvenile with the mics n sh*t,

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 acting,

U hype that belly sh*t,

Would u get u capped,

And wrapped in plastic,

Tell the captain, ask Roge was happenning,

Out here nor speak no evil,