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Текст песни South Central Cartel - Pops Was a Rolla

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[ L.V. ]Papa was a rolling stoneWherever he laid his hat was his homeAnd 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 meetI mean scandalous, all I heard was in the contraryYo, that`s why the Prod is no fairyPapa was a hustler, so I wanted to slingTo live up to the name I claimMama cried, tryin to stop me in my ignoranceBut I was grown, I didn`t have senseAll I knew I was poor, black, broke and hungryAnd the streets, they were callin meSo I stepped, ready and willing to be a GTo make it easy for my family and meAs for pops, I never got to see the manBut I heard he took matters in his own handIn the streets he was up on it, well renownedAnd if you put him down, yo, then go downHard, I won`t take charts, I serve chartsPimpin hoes and breakin heartsOn the for realer my nigga, yo, plain and simpleThe man`s back, but now he`s uptempo[ L.V. ]I never had a chance to see himNever heard nothin but bad things about himBrother, I`m depending on youTo tell me the truth[ Havikk ]Pops was a roller, moms seems to tell meWell respected by all, that`s what I wanna beHardcore, in the streets I`d be a mackerQuick to smack a, yo, or even jack aSoft-hearted brother, pops was a rollerGamin a dub and now here comes his sonStreet-smart, on the dice he was a straight GOn the dice my pops would get busyYeah, my pops was a true pimpHe kept a nine and a gangsta limpWhoever owed him money got beat cause he ran the streetsLike a G and brought people myseryI heard pops used to hang outOn the corner gettin drunk and beatin niggas` brains outI got a name to uphold, so I hit the streetsBroke as hell to take what belongs to meI saw money, moms said: "Yo, Havikk, pleaseLeave the streets", then I thought of clockin geesJack of all trades, like pops I ran the street sceneIt`s my turn to roll and live life a king[ L.V. ]I heard papa called himself a jack of all tradesTell me is that what sent papa to an early graveFolks said papa would beg, borrow or stealTo pay his billsPapa was a rolling stoneWherever he laid his hat was his homeAnd when he died all he left us was alone[ uncredited guest rapper ]Cold fakin, never ever on the home frontBeatin moms, yo, pop was a punkSmokin lleyo and drinkin 8BallThinkin small and tryin to be tallI was a kid but still I can say thisPop was tryin to game in a quizIn the streets he got beat downWearin a frown he came home, playin moms like a weak sound?????? more fools that you`re askinTold the truth, G`s you`d be fadedSo you better chill, punk, or get smackedHuh, smack me and I smack you back[ L.V. ]My brotherFolks said papa was never much on thinkinSpendin most of his time chasin women and drinkinBrother, I`m depending on youTo tell me the truthPapa was a rolling stoneWherever he laid his hat was his homeAnd when he died all he left us was alone

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