Masta Ace - Nineteen Seventy Something lyrics

[Verse 1: Masta Ace] I was raised to the sound of the 70's Earth, wind and fire, sounded so heavenly Ohio players and Curtis Mayfield Aretha Franklin's picture on a playbill Al Green in a tight suit, all white Minnie Riperton high notes, all night Mom's even had a box full of 45's Put the needle down, yea that sounds sorta live Sound like the kind of groove I could rap over Got drunk off the beat then I was back sober Bring that part back, yea I'mma murder that Donny Hat on the track with Roberta Flack [Bridge] Hide records In the bag Sneak them out before she notice that they gone Gotta think I don't know Should I rap of my mom's favorite song? [Verse 2: Masta Ace] Better hope I don't scratch it, or that's it I'mma get my a** kicked, that's a cla**ic Can't explain that I was just borrowing it Moms on a rampage lookin' for her Parliament And Donny Hathaway feelin like a cast'away Hiding in grandmom's room more than half the day If I told her that her Parliament at brian crib And nobody home now, I'mma be a crying kid But it's seeming like I'm safe for the time being My uncle gettin all the blame far as I'm seeing I just gotta lay low like a snake belly It's a sticky situation like grape jelly I'm on the titanic, or some other boat Got my mother and her brother at each others throat [Bridge] You better hope mommy never find out Cause if she does then that's your a** You know damn well if you touch one And you get caught that'll be your a** Ninteen-Seventy Something And the year is.. Ninteen-Seventy Something [Verse 3: Masta Ace] The final act, Brian's at the door With a black and red nap sack Came to bring the vinyl back I put it back before anybody notices He said "close call" I said "yea I know this is" But I got away with it like the perfect crime And made the fresh tape, man it was worth the time An aggravation and stress almost made a mess She'd a found out it's me she would of laid to rest But I'm over like a fat rat That was smart it's a good thing you hid 'em in that backpack It feels so good to get that out the way Now I'm out the door, back out to play I'm about to say these are the good time like Chic And then I hear my mom shriek [Outro] Duval Get back in here, (uh-oh) How did my record get scratched I know you did it Go get my belt C'mon ma' That's it get my belt, now C'mon ma'