1970 Something Songtext
von Lloyd Banks
1970 Something Songtext
"19- 1970 Somethin′."
Yeah!
GGG-GGG! {"ROTTEN APPLE"... }
YEAH!
Uh-huh! {JULY! }
Yeah!
Yeahh.
1970 Somethin' - my momz and my popz met (yeah!)
Shit was different and I ain′ even drop yet. (uh!)
Years past with a birth of a lil' star (yeah!)
A product of the weed and a bar. (whooo!) {Whooooo! }
Predicted a bad seed by far (uh-huh!)
Now the kids run up and see my car. (yeah!)
I can probably make it fly if I try
Blowin' the lye in the sky when I′m high till I die.
In the ride with a .9 on my side Let my tombstone read. - I try full of pride. (pride!)
I got a whole lotta dough to get (yeah!)
I am a roller shit! (yeah!) - Captain I control the ship. (uh!) {Whooo! }
A nigga flow like mine he stole this shit, (yeah!)
He sold a few records before he noticed it. (yeah!)
Ma, I can do this in my sleep (uh!)
I skip through the beat hand gripped on the heat. (damn!) {SHIT! }
I′m doin' all this for the niggaz that passed
Ball out a tree everyday like it last.
Cause bullets ain′t got no names, jus' targets (yeah!)
They leave brains with stains on carpets. {SHADY! }
The drama gonna go down regardless
These niggaz ready for the showdown they Heartless. (uh-huh!)
Uh - I murdered niggaz from theThe [? ] from the switch make the Six-Four Endo. {DAMN! } (whoo!)
How it′s 2006! (yeah!)
I got a brand new house in the cliffs.
That's why I walk around in my slips
With a bitch! - I only keep her around for her lips.
Yeah! {REEF GOTTA! }
"Rotten Apple".
"MO MONEY IN THE BANK... PART 4"!
GET BACK!
Yeah!
GGG-GGG! {"ROTTEN APPLE"... }
YEAH!
Uh-huh! {JULY! }
Yeah!
Yeahh.
1970 Somethin' - my momz and my popz met (yeah!)
Shit was different and I ain′ even drop yet. (uh!)
Years past with a birth of a lil' star (yeah!)
A product of the weed and a bar. (whooo!) {Whooooo! }
Predicted a bad seed by far (uh-huh!)
Now the kids run up and see my car. (yeah!)
I can probably make it fly if I try
Blowin' the lye in the sky when I′m high till I die.
In the ride with a .9 on my side Let my tombstone read. - I try full of pride. (pride!)
I got a whole lotta dough to get (yeah!)
I am a roller shit! (yeah!) - Captain I control the ship. (uh!) {Whooo! }
A nigga flow like mine he stole this shit, (yeah!)
He sold a few records before he noticed it. (yeah!)
Ma, I can do this in my sleep (uh!)
I skip through the beat hand gripped on the heat. (damn!) {SHIT! }
I′m doin' all this for the niggaz that passed
Ball out a tree everyday like it last.
Cause bullets ain′t got no names, jus' targets (yeah!)
They leave brains with stains on carpets. {SHADY! }
The drama gonna go down regardless
These niggaz ready for the showdown they Heartless. (uh-huh!)
Uh - I murdered niggaz from theThe [? ] from the switch make the Six-Four Endo. {DAMN! } (whoo!)
How it′s 2006! (yeah!)
I got a brand new house in the cliffs.
That's why I walk around in my slips
With a bitch! - I only keep her around for her lips.
Yeah! {REEF GOTTA! }
"Rotten Apple".
"MO MONEY IN THE BANK... PART 4"!
GET BACK!
Writer(s): Sean Combs, Stephen Garrett, Christopher Wallace, Harry Casey, Finch Raymond, Jean Claude Olivier, Tijuan Frampton, Jayceon Taylor, Diana King Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com