The Game - Rolling Stone Lyrics
(Verse)Nigga pull up, hop out the cutlass, tell a nigga ***** thisI ain't toleratin no ***** shitWifey at the halfway house, with a ***** with her ass hanging halfway outI aint bout no games nigga, that's my nameGold grill with a blunt hangin halfway outNigga can't tell me shit unless he got hits and then he can tell me how them hash weigh outCrib laid out like a pimp here, your ***** there on a bed made outNigga talkin that ***** shit, we just spread outBoy get yo whole mother*****in hood K'd outI was born in the CP, Tommy on my lapIf it's cheese in that hoe you can find me in the trapBut when it's snap, give a ***** about a rapYuck me and Buck back, 7-11 on the crackSee a Cadillac? Get the ***** up outta thereGrand Theft Auto on a ***** ass niggaGetting 3 up, bring a truck up outta thatThen pop bottles, let me hit that niggaRoll blunts the size of this mackI'm in love with the kush, ain't givin that back, trill niggaSmoke til my lungs collapsePass out with a 5th of that cognacReal niggas gon recognize this G shitDon't come at me with no peace shitThat peace shit, that was ‘89I get yo ass hit with 89'sMother*****er fore the cops get down, nigga J's comin offDrive off with the K's runnin offFly home, tuck my sons into bedKiss my daughter on the head and leave a note by her mother*****in bedHook:Papa was a rolling stoneWherever he laid his hat was his homeAnd when he died all he left us was alonePapa was a rolling stone, my sonWherever he laid his hat was his homeAnd when he died all he left us was alone(Verse)Ain't shit changed with me niggaBeen around the world with the same AKSame clip with mo bodies on itThen hook yo hood with this beef shitLookin around but nobody want itNiggas know what's up with BuckGet a couple murder cases comin upShoot first!Molly poppin, that's young niggasAll they really wanna do now is so gunsMovin on and I'm gonePapa got a brand new homeAnd I'm not lookin back, I'm just cookin crackUntil I get back where I belongMy ***** leave brains all on my seatBut these niggas' blood all on my handsBeen ridin up and down these streets*****in as many niggas I canShotgun shell still in my legGot a few racks still on my headGotta stay strapped now, they handicapped now***** niggas who's stealin my breadHad to buy a graveyard for just trappersAin't got a funeral home for you rappersKnow I can play the role with you actorsWhen we gon get enough to come afterNow send it nigga, I'm going Kendrick niggaYou can start the shit but I'mma end it niggaIf you getting money better spend it niggaThis real life, no pretending niggaBack at it again, fresh out the penRemember back then? They had to let me inAnd yall niggas talkin bout cashin outI need a trash bag to put the cash inHook:Papa was a rollin stoneWherever he laid his hat was his homeAnd when he died all he left us was alonePapa was a rollin' stone, my sonWherever he laid his hat was his homeAnd when he died all he left us was alone(Verse)They told me papa was a rolling stoneLike Mick Jagger keep *****es round they whips, Charlie hold it holmesYou ain't a poet cus you wrote a poemI am lyrically until these spirits really higher on the totem poleI get the cheese, cheddar mozzarellaAmerican, moderate, jack, swizz, feta, mars the prevaloneI bring a nigga down limb by limbBlood sweat tears molecules flesh then show my chromosomesJim star, raise it fo yo domeWith a hole in yo face shot just like Macaulay Culkin Home AloneTote the chrome and spark blast with a dark mask, tryna pop trash, blowin at yo motor homeI'm on LeBron, catch you *****in on my blockI'mma knock it out the parkBabe Ruth, go and throw it goI grab his bones squeeze 3, brought him like DD, you PC no ET in fully homeGuantanamo… all of yall *****ed upYoung Buck, roll em holmesHave a glass of murda, have em grab the burnerI'm so nice, can see these rappers cry so loanersMy way fowl, don't convert you have a jazz converterYou need bigger hard drives, I'mma crash yo serverI was raised with the killers in a class of burglarsI've been the truth in the booth go and ask the juggerThis is annihilation, you niggas violatin, won't die hatin, getting shots like immunizationI'm sendin vibrations that could shake a wise nationAnd if the devil was a liar then you gon die satanYou ever disrespect my brother soldiersYou gon see a bunch of Rolls with tints, throw em in the cellarBlood on my hands so blood money lowYou got blood on yo hands cus you a cutthroatHook:Papa was a rollin stoneWherever he laid his hat was his homeAnd when he died all he left us was alonePapa was a rollin' stone, my sonWherever he laid his hat was his homeAnd when he died all he left us was alone
