Pops Was a Rolla

歌詞

[L.V.] Papa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died all he left us was alone [Prode'je] Pops was a roller, on the streets He'd beat the young busters he used to meet I mean scandalous, all I heard was in the contrary Yo, that's why the Prod is no fairy Papa was a hustler, so I wanted to sling To live up to the name I claim Mama cried, tryin to stop me in my ignorance But I was grown, I didn't have sense All I knew I was poor, black, broke and hungry And the streets, they were callin me So I stepped, ready and willing to be a G To make it easy for my family and me As for pops, I never got to see the man But I heard he took matters in his own hand In the streets he was up on it, well renowned And if you put him down, yo, then go down Hard, I won't take charts, I serve charts Pimpin hoes and breakin hearts On the for realer my nigga, yo, plain and simple The man's back, but now he's uptempo [L.V.] I never had a chance to see him Never heard nothin but bad things about him Brother, I'm depending on you To tell me the truth [Havikk] Pops was a roller, moms seems to tell me Well respected by all, that's what I wanna be Hardcore, in the streets I'd be a macker Quick to smack a, yo, or even jack a Soft-hearted brother, pops was a roller Gamin a dub and now here comes his son Street-smart, on the dice he was a straight G On the dice my pops would get busy Yeah, my pops was a true pimp He kept a nine and a gangsta limp Whoever owed him money got beat cause he ran the streets Like a G and brought people mysery I heard pops used to hang out On the corner gettin drunk and beatin niggas' brains out I got a name to uphold, so I hit the streets Broke as hell to take what belongs to me I saw money, moms said: "Yo, Havikk, please Leave the streets", then I thought of clockin gees Jack of all trades, like pops I ran the street scene It's my turn to roll and live life a king [L.V.] I heard papa called himself a jack of all trades Tell me is that what sent papa to an early grave Folks said papa would beg, borrow or steal To pay his bills Papa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died all he left us was alone [uncredited guest rapper] Cold fakin, never ever on the home front Beatin moms, yo, pop was a punk Smokin lleyo and drinkin 8Ball Thinkin small and tryin to be tall I was a kid but still I can say this Pop was tryin to game in a quiz In the streets he got beat down Wearin a frown he came home, playin moms like a weak sound [??????] more fools that you're askin Told the truth, G's you'd be faded So you better chill, punk, or get smacked Huh, smack me and I smack you back [L.V.] My brother Folks said papa was never much on thinkin Spendin most of his time chasin women and drinkin Brother, I'm depending on you To tell me the truth Papa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died all he left us was alone