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Nas - Poppa was a player

Nas :: :: Poppa was a player




  
   To My Nigger who brought me in this world
  Taught us right Nigger
  
  My old dad imported to the family structure
  Provide her God
  My moms a queen at university civaliza
  My pops maybe was late but always came home
  My moms would put us to bed and she would wait on
  Soon as he walk in the door she barking
  I turned out the Jonny Carson
  Jumped out the bed
  We grabbed both his legs
  Me and my brother
  Not knowing the pain he gave my mother
  Night after night, fighting yelling at each other
  My papa played the street all day
  Mama was either home, at work, while we played inside the hall way
  She sacrifices all she got to feed us
  When she was alone she cried by the phone pepping out the window heeding
  But still I didn't see it
  Mama hid it from us
  We was kids younger
  Till we got bigger, on to
  Bigger things that we knew what the time was
  That daddy was leaving the crib and moms love
  
  Papa was player, player wasn't papa
  Papa loved the ladies
  Never got enough of
  Pretty brown round
  Running round town (Shhhhh)
  Don't tell your mother what's going down
  (Repeat 2x)
  
  So many kids I knew, never knew what Pap was
  That's why I show my pop love
  He was still around when I fucked up
  He could have left
  My moms pregnant shock to death but stayed
  Watch me crawl till I took my first step, to the first grade
  To my first fist fight
  Right behind me he would stand
  No matter how big or tall he made me fight you like a man
  Throw dirt in your eye, swing my right scoop your ass and slam
  He watched me so I wouldn't get jumped by shorty's fam
  Roaches and weed all over my crib him and moms relaxing
  Next thing you know he packing
  So then I asked him
  What's this white shit on that plate and your facing?
  Papa why you butt ass from the waist
  And who's this lady I'm facing
  Dark skin you're not my mommy
  He grabbed me up to run some smooth words by me
  Promise things that he would buy me
  If I kept my mouth close and don't tell mommy
  He said one day I'll understand little me
  Was in you to side me
  
  Papa was player, player wasn't papa
  Papa loved the ladies
  Never got enough of
  Pretty brown round
  Running round town (Shhhhh)
  Don't tell your mother what's going down
  (Repeat 2x)
  
  Pop's told me hold my own
  Pop's told me value home
  Could I help it papa was a rolling stone
  Who loved the pretty brown round
  Out of town bound
  Jumping in his jazz Benz he touring
  At home I play his latest recordings
  And it's strange now how, I do my thing now
  I'm in the game now
  And heard of it his brain pow
  To pull strings and gain power
  >From weed habits are same now
  No white lines to trumpets to tight rhymes
  And beats that be pumping
  Before he left he taught me something
  A child's young years the most important time to be there
  That's why he stayed till we grew up, respect is still here
  I'm older now see what having a father's about
  One day they can be in your life next day they be out
  It's not because of you, you know the deal
  Him and your moms feel
  If they stay together then someone will get killed
  I love you still
  Always will
  Cause that's my nigger
  Although you felt you was wrong
  I still feel you kid
  Life gose on
  

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