Nineteen Seventy Something chords by Masta Ace
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I was
raised to the sound of the 70s
Earth, wind, and fire sounded so heavenly
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Ohio playazan, Curtis Mayfield,
Aretha Franklin's
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picture on a playbill
Al Green in a tight suit, all white,
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Mini Ripper sayin' high notes all night
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Moms even had a box full of 45s,
put the needle down, yeah,
that sound sorta live
Sound like the kinda groove
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I could rap over,
got drunk off the beat then I
was back sober
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Bring that part back, yeah,
I'ma murder that,
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Donnie Hat on the track
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with Roberta Flack
Hot records, in the bag
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Sneak them out before
she notice that they gone
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Gotta think, I don't know
Should I rap off my mom's
favorite song?
Better hope I don't scratch it, that's it
I'ma get my ass kicked,
that's a classic
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Can't explain that,
I was just borrowing it
Mom's on a rampage
looking for a parliament
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And Donny Hathaway feeling
like a castaway
Hiding in grandmom's room
more than half the day
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If I tell her that a parliament at Bryan crib
and nobody home now,
I'ma be a crying kid
But it's seeming like I'm safe
for the time being.
My uncle getting all the blame
for as I'm seeing
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I just gotta lay low like a snake belly.
It's a sticky situation like grape jelly
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I'm on a Titanic or some other boat.
Got my mother and her brother
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at each other's throats
Martin! What? Why you bother
in my record?
I ain't touch your record!
I know you was in my record!
I nothing with your record!
You better hope mommy
never find out,
cause if she does then, that's your ass
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You know damn well, if you touch one,
and you get caught,
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that'll be your last
The final act, Brian's at the door
with a black and red knapsack
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Came to bring the vinyl back,
I put it back before anybody notices
He said, call, I said, yeah, I know this is
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But I got away with it like
the perfect crime
And made the fresh tape,
man, it was worth the time
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And aggravation and stress
almost made a mess
She'd have found out it's me,
she would have laid the rest
But I'm over like a fat rat
That was smart, it's a good thing
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you hid him in that backpack
It feels so good to get that out the way
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Now I'm out the door, back out to play
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I'm about to say,
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these are the good times like chic
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And then I hear my mom shriek Duvall!
Get back in here! -oh.
How did my record get scratched?
I know you did it.
Go get my belt.
Come on, Ma. That's it.
Get my belt. Now!
Come on, Ma.
Nineteen Seventy Something
Masta Ace
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