Pops Was a Rolla

[ L.V. ]<br>Papa was a rolling stone<br>Wherever he laid his hat was his home<br>And when he died all he left us was alone<br><br>[ Prode`je ]<br>Pops was a roller, on the streets <br>He`d beat the young busters he used to meet<br>I mean scandalous, all I heard was in the contrary<br>Yo, that`s why the Prod is no fairy<br>Papa was a hustler, so I wanted to sling<br>To live up to the name I claim<br>Mama cried, tryin to stop me in my ignorance<br>But I was grown, I didn`t have sense<br>All I knew I was poor, black, broke and hungry<br>And the streets, they were callin me<br>So I stepped, ready and willing to be a G<br>To make it easy for my family and me<br>As for pops, I never got to see the man<br>But I heard he took matters in his own hand<br>In the streets he was up on it, well renowned<br>And if you put him down, yo, then go down<br>Hard, I won`t take charts, I serve charts<br>Pimpin hoes and breakin hearts<br>On the for realer my nigga, yo, plain and simple<br>The man`s back, but now he`s uptempo<br><br>[ L.V. ]<br>I never had a chance to see him<br>Never heard nothin but bad things about him<br>Brother, I`m depending on you<br>To tell me the truth<br><br>[ Havikk ]<br>Pops was a roller, moms seems to tell me<br>Well respected by all, that`s what I wanna be<br>Hardcore, in the streets I`d be a macker<br>Quick to smack a, yo, or even jack a<br>Soft-hearted brother, pops was a roller<br>Gamin a dub and now here comes his son<br>Street-smart, on the dice he was a straight G<br>On the dice my pops would get busy<br>Yeah, my pops was a true pimp<br>He kept a nine and a gangsta limp<br>Whoever owed him money got beat cause he ran the streets<br>Like a G and brought people mysery<br>I heard pops used to hang out<br>On the corner gettin drunk and beatin niggas` brains out<br>I got a name to uphold, so I hit the streets<br>Broke as hell to take what belongs to me<br>I saw money, moms said: "Yo, Havikk, please<br>Leave the streets", then I thought of clockin gees<br>Jack of all trades, like pops I ran the street scene<br>It`s my turn to roll and live life a king<br><br>[ L.V. ]<br>I heard papa called himself a jack of all trades<br>Tell me is that what sent papa to an early grave<br>Folks said papa would beg, borrow or steal<br>To pay his bills<br><br>Papa was a rolling stone<br>Wherever he laid his hat was his home<br>And when he died all he left us was alone<br><br>[ uncredited guest rapper ]<br>Cold fakin, never ever on the home front<br>Beatin moms, yo, pop was a punk<br>Smokin lleyo and drinkin 8Ball<br>Thinkin small and tryin to be tall<br>I was a kid but still I can say this<br>Pop was tryin to game in a quiz<br>In the streets he got beat down<br>Wearin a frown he came home, playin moms like a weak sound<br>?????? more fools that you`re askin<br>Told the truth, G`s you`d be faded<br>So you better chill, punk, or get smacked<br>Huh, smack me and I smack you back<br><br>[ L.V. ]<br>My brother<br>Folks said papa was never much on thinkin<br>Spendin most of his time chasin women and drinkin<br>Brother, I`m depending on you<br>To tell me the truth<br><br>Papa was a rolling stone<br>Wherever he laid his hat was his home<br>And when he died all he left us was alone