Poppa Was A Player Lyrics

from Album (Unreleased (I Am 'MP3')) by Nas
Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones ( ; born September 14, 1973), who performs under the mononym mononymous person [more..]








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 ***ed 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***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***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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