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NAS lyrics : "Poppa Was A Playa"

To My ^!$$% who brought me in this world
Taught us right ^!$$%


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 %#@! 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 ^!$$%
Although you felt you was wrong
I still feel you kid
Life gose on

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