Young Buck - Rolling Stone lyrics

(Verse 1: Game) n***a pull up, hop out the cutla**, tell a n***a f** this I ain't toleratin no f** sh** Wifey at the halfway house, with a b**h with her a** hanging halfway out I ain't bout no games n***a, that's my name Gold grill with a blunt hanging halfway out n***a can't tell me sh** unless he got hits and then he can tell me how them hash weigh out Crib laid out like a pimp here, your b**h there on a bed laid out n***a talkin that f** sh**, we just spread out Boy get yo whole motherf**ing hood K'd out I was born in the CP, Tommy on my lap If it's cheese in that ho you can find me in the trap But when it's snap, give a f** about a rap Yuck me and Buck back, 7-11 on the crack See a Cadillac? Get the f** up outta there Grand Theft Auto on a b**h a** n***a Getting 3 up, bring a truck up outta that Then pop bottles, let me hit that n***a Roll blunts the size of this mac I'm in love with the kush, ain't givin that back, trill n***a Smoke till my lungs collapse Pa** out with a 5th of that cognac Real n***as gon' recognize this G sh** Don't come at me with no peace sh** That peace sh**, that was ‘89, I get yo a** hit with 89's Motherf**er fore the cops get down, n***a J's coming off Drive off with the K's running off Fly home, tuck my sons into bed Kiss my daughter on the head and leave a note by her motherf**ing bed (Hook) Papa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died all he left us was alone Papa was a rolling stone, my son Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died all he left us was alone (Verse 2: Young Buck) Ain't sh** changed with me n***a Been around the world with the same AK Same clip with mo' bodies on it Then hook yo' hood with this beef sh** Looking around but nobody want it n***as know what's up with Buck Get a couple murder cases coming up Shoot first! Molly popping, that's young n***as All they really wanna do now is so guns Moving on and I'm gone Papa got a brand new home And I'm not looking back, I'm just cooking crack Until I get back where I belong My b**h leave brains all on my seat But these n***as' blood all on my hands Been riding up and down these streets f**ing as many n***as I can Shotgun shell still in my leg Got a few racks still on my head Gotta stay strapped now, they handicapped now f** n***as who's stealing my bread Had to buy a graveyard for just trappers Ain't got a funeral home for you rappers Know I can play the role with you actors When we gon' get enough to come after Now send it n***a, I'm going Kendrick n***a You can start the sh** but I'mma end it n***a If you getting money better spend it n***a This real life, no pretending n***a Back at it again, fresh out the pen Remember back then? They had to let me in And ya'll n***as talking bout cashing out I need a trash bag to put the cash in (Hook) (Verse 3: Papoose) They told me papa was a rolling stone Like Mick Jagger keep b**hes round they whips, Charlie hold it holmes You ain't a poet 'cus you wrote a poem I am lyrically until these spirits really higher on the totem pole I get the cheese, cheddar mozzarella American, moderate, jack, swizz, feta, mars the prevalone I bring a n***a down limb by limb Blood sweat tears molecules flesh then show my chromosomes Jim star, raise it for yo' dome With a hole in yo' face shot just like Macaulay Culkin Home Alone Tote the chrome and spark blast with a dark mask, tryna pop trash, blowing at yo motor home I'm on LeBron, catch you b**hin on my block I'mma knock it out the park Babe Ruth, go and throw it go I grab his bones squeeze 3, brought him like DD, you PC no ET in fully home Guantanamo… all of ya'll f**ed up Young Buck, roll 'em holmes Have a gla** of murder, have 'em grab the burner I'm so nice, can see these rappers cry so loaners My way fowl, don't convert you have a jazz converter You need bigger hard drives, I'mma crash yo server I was raised with the k**ers in a cla** of burglars I've been the truth in the booth go and ask the jugger This is annihilation, you n***as violating, won't die hating, getting shots like immunization I'm sending vibrations that could shake a wise nation And if the devil was a liar then you gon die satan You ever disrespect my brother soldiers You gon' see a bunch of Rolls with tints, throw em in the cellar Blood on my hands so blood money low You got blood on yo' hands 'cus you a cutthroat (Hook)