[ti:Pops Was A Rolla]
[ar:South Central Cartel]
[00:00.43]Papa was a rolling stone
[00:04.86]Wherever he laid his hat was his home
[00:08.59]And when he died all he left us was alone
[00:14.78]Pops Was A Rolla - South Central Cartel
[00:17.10]Pops was a roller on the streets
[00:18.98]He'd beat the young busters he used to meet
[00:21.10]I mean scandalous all I heard was in the contrary
[00:23.66]Yo that's why the Prod is no fairy
[00:25.57]Papa was a hustler so I wanted to sling
[00:27.76]To live up to the name I claim
[00:29.45]Mama cried tryin to stop me in my ignorance
[00:32.02]But I was grown I didn't have sense
[00:33.64]All I knew I was poor black broke and hungry
[00:35.96]And the streets they were callin me
[00:37.74]So I stepped ready and willing to be a G
[00:40.19]To make it easy for my family and me
[00:41.98]As for pops I never got to see the man
[00:44.03]But I heard he took matters in his own hand
[00:46.24]In the streets he was up on it well renowned
[00:48.64]And if you put him down yo then go down
[00:50.57]Hard I won't take charts I serve charts
[00:52.85]Pimpin hoes and breakin hearts
[00:54.40]On the for realer my ***** yo plain and simple
[00:57.02]The man's back but now he's uptempo
[00:58.86]I never had a chance to see him
[01:02.92]Never heard nothin but bad things about him
[01:07.14]Brother I'm depending on you
[01:10.03]To tell me the truth
[01:15.69]Pops was a roller moms seems to tell me
[01:17.87]Well respected by all that's what I wanna be
[01:19.81]Hardcore in the streets I'd be a macker
[01:22.04]Quick to smack a yo or even jack a
[01:23.99]Soft-hearted brother pops was a roller
[01:26.05]Gamin a dub and now here comes his son
[01:28.11]Street-smart on the dice he was a straight G
[01:30.38]On the dice my pops would get busy
[01:32.30]Yeah my pops was a true pimp
[01:34.59]He kept a nine and a gangsta limp
[01:36.24]Whoever owed him money got beat
[01:37.68]Cause he ran the streets
[01:38.67]Like a G and brought people mysery
[01:40.66]I heard pops used to hang out
[01:42.42]On the corner gettin drunk
[01:43.59]And beatin *****s' brains out
[01:45.00]I got a name to uphold so I hit the streets
[01:47.13]Broke as hell to take what belongs to me
[01:49.13]I saw money moms said: "Yo Havikk please
[01:51.22]Leave the streets" then I thought of clockin gees
[01:53.22]Jack of all trades like pops I ran the street scene
[01:55.46]It's my turn to roll and live life a king
[01:57.60]I heard papa called himself a jack of all trades
[02:01.72]Tell me is that what sent papa to an early grave
[02:05.90]Folks said papa would beg borrow or steal
[02:09.40]To pay his bills
[02:14.16]Papa was a rolling stone
[02:17.95]Wherever he laid his hat was his home
[02:22.18]And when he died all he left us was alone
[02:30.14]Cold fakin never ever on the home front
[02:33.02]Beatin moms yo pop was a punk
[02:35.02]Smokin lleyo and drinkin 8Ball
[02:36.89]Thinkin small and tryin to be tall
[02:39.08]I was a kid but still I can say this
[02:41.14]Pop was tryin to game in a quiz
[02:43.09]In the streets he got beat down
[02:44.90]Wearin a frown he came home playin moms like a weak sound
[02:49.73]Told the truth G's you'd be faded
[02:51.68]So you better chill punk or get smacked
[02:53.60]Huh smack me and I smack you back
[02:56.08]Folks said papa never was much on thinkin
[03:00.21]Spendin most of his time chasin women and drinkin
[03:04.39]Brother I'm depending on you
[03:07.24]To tell me the truth
[03:12.52]Papa was a rolling stone
[03:16.47]Wherever he laid his hat was his home
[03:20.58]And when he died all he left us was alone
[03:31.76]Well well well well Hey hey