1970 Somethin'
The Game Lyrics

1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
Reflecting on memories of the 1970s

1970 somethin' nigga I don't sweat the date my moms was late,
I don't really care about the exact year I was born because my mother was late to deliver me

So I had to plan my escape, out the skins,
I had to plan my escape from my mother's womb

In this world the fly girls, Tanqueray and Hennesey,
In this world, it's all about attractive women and party drinks like Tanqueray and Hennesey

Until I call Earl, 10 months in this gut, what the fuck,
I was in my mother's womb for 10 months and was growing impatient

Juvenile with the mics 'n' shit, New York, New York, ready for the likes of this,
I was a young, inexperienced rapper just starting out in New York City

Then came the worst date, May 21st, 2:19 was when my momma water burst,
The day my mother's water broke and I was born

No spouse in the house, so she rolled herself,
My mother was alone and had to transport herself to the hospital

To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help,
She went to the hospital to get medical assistance with the labor and delivery process

Umbilical cords wrapped around my neck,
I was in danger of being strangled by my own umbilical cord

I'm seein' my death, and I ain't even took my first step,
I was in danger of dying before I even had a chance to begin life

I made it out i'm bringin' mad joy,
I survived and brought happiness to those around me

The doctor looked and said he's gonna be Bad Boy!
The doctor recognized my potential and predicted my future success as a Bad Boy rapper

Would 'Pac be alive, if you let 'Pac drive?
Would Tupac still be alive if he hadn't been shot while riding in a car?

Swear to God to reverse it I give my left eye,
I would give up my left eye to go back in time and change what happened to Tupac

With the right I visualized, the king of Bed-Stuy,
With my right eye, I envisioned myself as the king of Bed-Stuy (Brooklyn)

Checkin' his daughter Tianna into junior high,
I pictured Biggie (The Notorious B.I.G.) accompanying his daughter Tianna to her first day of junior high school

If I was in Brooklyn, and B.I. Was still alive, in 2006 it might sound like this,
If I had been in Brooklyn and Biggie was still alive in 2006, the rap scene might sound different

N.&. 718 212, where Sue's rendevouz,
I would meet up with friends at Sue's rendezvous, a popular bar in Brooklyn

Its like Moulin Rouge,
It was a lively and exciting atmosphere like the Moulin Rouge in Paris

High fashion, up town Air Force Ones,
People wore trendy clothing, including expensive Air Force One sneakers

And Vasquez, Puerto Ricans with fat asses
There were Puerto Rican women with curvaceous figures named Vasquez

Lace Dutch masters, we dump ashes, on models and S Classes,
We smoked Dutch Masters cigars and would ash them on luxury cars and models

For you bastards, catch a cab to Manhattan,
If you didn't like the Brooklyn scene, you could take a cab to Manhattan for a change of pace

With that Broadway actin', you hype that belly shit'd get you capped, and wrapped in plastic,
If you acted fake, you could get killed and your body would be wrapped in plastic like a mob hit

Tell the captain, ask Rog' what's happennin',
Tell the leader of the group (the captain) to check with Roger (the group member) to see what's going on

Out here nor speak no evil, inside the Magnum
We don't reveal our crimes or discuss them in public, only in the privacy of a car (a Magnum)

Now I'm 13 smokin' blunts, makin' green,
At 13 years old, I was smoking marijuana and making money

Or on the drug scene, fuck the football team,
I was involved in selling drugs and didn't care about playing football

Risk it, ruptured spleens, by the age of 16,
I took risks and suffered injuries like a ruptured spleen by the time I was 16 years old

Hearin' the coach scream, make my lifetime dream,
I would hear the coach yelling at me to pursue my dreams, but I was more focused on making money through drug sales

I mean, I wanna blow up, stack my doe up,
I wanted to become successful and make a lot of money

So school I didn't show up, and fuck my flow up,
I skipped school to focus on selling drugs, which negatively affected my education and rap skills

Mom said that I should grow up, and check myself,
My mother told me to mature and examine my choices

Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself,
She warned me to avoid making poor decisions that could ruin my reputation or harm myself

Put the drugs on the shelf, naww! I couldn't see it,
She advised me to stop selling drugs, but I didn't want to listen

Scarface king of New York, I wanna be it,
I idolized Scarface (a character in a movie) and wanted to be king of New York like him

Rap was secondary, money was necessary,
While I enjoyed rapping, making money was my greater priority

Until I got incarcerated, kinda scary,
I was put in jail, which was a scary experience

C74 mark 8, set me straight, not able to move behind a great steel gate,
I was locked up in a prison cell (marked C74, room 8), unable to leave due to the security gate

Time to contemplate, damn were did I fail,
I had time to think and reflect on my mistakes

All the money I stacked, was all the money for bail,
All the money I had earned from selling drugs was used to pay for bail