Lirik Lagu Pops Was A Rolla - South Central Cartel
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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 streetsHe'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 streets
Like 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
[ Prode'je ]Pops was a roller, on the streetsHe'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 streets
Like 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
