Текст песни 1970 Something - Lloyd Banks

1970 Something

Yeah!
GGG-GGG!
YEAH!
Uh-huh!
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!)
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!)
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!)
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.
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.
(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!
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