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Who Daddy Rolling Stone

'm a daddy, I'm a daddy Yeah, I'm a daddy, daddy, I'm daddy rolling stone I'm daddy rolling stone I'm daddy rolling stone Daddy rolling stone, call me daddy rolling stone

your part Just play your part Just play your part We'll be cool as long as you just play your part [Rick Ross] I'm incline with women who come on they

with 13?s Never punk rice 'cuz they simply below us Don?t mess around with street vendors, strictly go to the growers And everybody who know us, we

in this little war you pushed on Put your ear to the drama for stucky and bush stones What's wrong? didn't think were strong with real niggas Roll

America To Africa, home away, the six text-tillion Turn, Siskel and Ebert givin' two thumbs New York Times call it my best work, bump to it You can Rolling Stone

of wood I heard it was four niggas three shit, one ho nigga I'm out the pen with you Howdy folk Who gon die next Who mama gon cry next Who sister giving

a milli' Now it's colorful stones, because there's ice in my Phillies [Verse 3 - Juelz Santana] Sorry, I got to go, I got to get it But she know how daddy roll

man I even remember the littlest things The things that most folks would forget Like the simple, loving way He?d just call my name Up at the grave stone rolled

me and you Trina who shared the hard times Still in love wit niggas who were servicing some hard times Or involved wit niggas who lost their lives When Hollywood passed I nearly lost my mind I then rolled