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[U-God]

My mother said my father was a real livewire

Hustled on the avenue of Lennox

That he was a don, shot dope in his arm

Paid visits to the methodon clinic

A straight womanizer, no religion

He just leaned on bitches

His name rung in the slums, niggaz run for they gun

Blood thirsty, he was so vicious



[Chorus: U-God (Ebony Burke)]

Poppa was a rolling stone (he left a long time ago)

Poppa was a rolling stone (he never ever was at home, no, no)

Momma said daddy`s dead (stop messing with the baby`s head)

One day he`ll grow up strong (one day he`ll be a man)



[U-God]

Momma said father was a mean muthafucka

A clean muthafucka, a lean muthafucka

Got money in the pot, got his pops in the block

For sellings rocks, a dope fiend, muthafuckas

He struggled all his life, got blood on his knife

Light skinned, he had your eyes

But my mother couldn`t handle him

The liquor, the gambling, plus he had four wives



[Chorus]



[U-God]

My mother said my father had a real bad temper

Loud, wild, he was too foul

With no hesitation, he would kill you

With no education, he was still proud

With his brother Big Harvey, he did a bank robbery

A car flipped, all the money spilled out

Before it was done, police caught him with some

Riddle of bullets, he died in a shootout



[Chorus 2X]

[U-God]

My mother said my father was a real livewire

Hustled on the avenue of Lennox

That he was a don, shot dope in his arm

Paid visits to the methodon clinic

A straight womanizer, no religion

He just leaned on bitches

His name rung in the slums, niggaz run for they gun

Blood thirsty, he was so vicious



[Chorus: U-God (Ebony Burke)]

Poppa was a rolling stone (he left a long time ago)

Poppa was a rolling stone (he never ever was at home, no, no)

Momma said daddy`s dead (stop messing with the baby`s head)

One day he`ll grow up strong (one day he`ll be a man)



[U-God]

Momma said father was a mean muthafucka

A clean muthafucka, a lean muthafucka

Got money in the pot, got his pops in the block

For sellings rocks, a dope fiend, muthafuckas

He struggled all his life, got blood on his knife

Light skinned, he had your eyes

But my mother couldn`t handle him

The liquor, the gambling, plus he had four wives



[Chorus]



[U-God]

My mother said my father had a real bad temper

Loud, wild, he was too foul

With no hesitation, he would kill you

With no education, he was still proud

With his brother Big Harvey, he did a bank robbery

A car flipped, all the money spilled out

Before it was done, police caught him with some

Riddle of bullets, he died in a shootout



[Chorus 2X]

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