Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
Faith Evans
Vocals
The Game
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Diana King
Songwriter
Harry Wayne Casey
Songwriter
Jack Knight
Songwriter
Stephen Garrett
Songwriter
J. Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Game
Mixing Engineer
Andre Harris
Producer
Vidal Davis
Producer
Andrew Dawson
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
1970 somethin'
[Verse 2]
1970 somethin'
****, 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 girl
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call Earl
[Verse 3]
Ten months in this gut, what the fuck
I wish moms would hurry up so I can get buck wild
Juvenile with the mics and shit
New York, New York, ready for the likes of this, uh
[Verse 4]
Then came the worst date, May 21st
2:19 was when my mama water burst
No spouse in the house, so she rolled herself
To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help
[Verse 5]
Umbilical cords wrapped around my neck
I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step
I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy
The doctor looked and said he's gonna be a bad boy
[Verse 6]
I remember back in time
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
Before all the homies died
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
Before all the dollars and nines
I knew that I was going somewhere
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
[Verse 7]
Let me take you back in time
Before I even got my ride
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
Before I had nickels and dimes
I knew that I was going somewhere
[Verse 8]
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
Checking his daughter Tianna into junior high
[Verse 9]
If I was in Brooklyn and B.I. was still alive
In 2006, it might sound like this
NY 7-1-8s, 2-1-2s
Where's Sue is rendezvous like Moulin Rouge
[Verse 10]
High fashion, uptown, Air Force Ones
And Vasquez, Puerto Ricans with fat asses
Lace dutch masters, we dump ashes
On models and S classes for you bastards
[Verse 11]
Catch a cab to Manhattan with that Broadway acting
You hype that belly shit, it gets you capped and wrapped in plastic
Tell the captain ask, Rog what's happening
Out here, nor speak no evil inside the Magnum
[Verse 12]
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
I remember back in time
Before all the homies died
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
Before all the dollars and nines
I knew that I was going somewhere
1970 somethin'
Let me take you back in time
[Verse 13]
Now I'm 13, smoking blunts, making green
On the drug scene, fuck the football team
Risking ruptured spleens by the age of 16
Hearing the coach scream, make my lifetime dream
[Verse 14]
I mean, I wanna blow up, stack my dough up
So school, I didn't show up and fuck my flow up
Moms said that I should grow up and check myself
Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
[Verse 15]
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 neccesary
Until I got incarcerated, kinda scary
[Verse 16]
C-74, mark 8 set me straight
Not able to move behind a great steal gate
Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
All the money I stacked was all the money for bail
[Verse 17]
I remember back in time
1970 somethin'
Before all the homies died
Before all the dollars and nines
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
I knew that I was going somewhere
[Verse 18]
Let me take you back in time
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
Before I even got my ride
1970 somethin'
Before I had nickels and dimes
I knew that I was going somewhere
[Verse 19]
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
But I knew I, yeah, yeah
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
1970 somethin'
Knew that I was doing somewhere, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ohh
1970 somethin'
Written by: Diana King, Harry Wayne Casey, Jack Knight, Jayceon Taylor, Jean Claude Olivier, Rick Finch, Sean "Puffy" Combs, Stephen Garrett, The Notorious B.I.G., Tijuan Frampton