| Bad Boy Records © 2005 *** Lyrics below*** [BIG] 1970 Somethin' nigga 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, Until I call earl, 10 months in this gut, whut the fuck, I wish moms would hurry up, so I can get buck wild, Juvenile with the mics n shit, New York New York, ready for the likes of this, Then came the worst date, May 21st 2:19 was when my momma water burst, No spouse in the house, so she rolled herself, To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help, Umbilicle 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 docter looked and said he's gonna be BAD BOY! [Faith Evans] I remember 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, [The Game] would pac be alive, if u 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 BI was still alive,in 2006 it might sound like this, NY 718 212, with sues rendez- vous, it's 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 ... |
