The Game - 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 spray out Boy get yo whole motherf**ing hood K'd out I was born in the C.P. 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 Yup, Me and Buck back, 7-eleven on the crack See a car I like, Get the f** up outta there Grand Theft Auto on a b**h a** n***a [?], pull a truck up outta there Then pop bottles, let me hit that n***a, roll blunts the size of this Mac I'm in love with the kush, I ain't givin' that back, trill n***a Smoke till my lungs collapse, pa** out with a fifth of that cognac Real n***as gone 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 more 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 do dirt 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 gone get enough to come after Now send it n***a, I'm going Kendrick n***a You can start the sh** but Imma 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 [Verse 3: Papoose]