Lirik Lagu Poppa Was A Player - Nas
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To My Nigger who brought me in this worldTaught us right Nigger
My old dad imported to the family structureProvide her GodMy moms a queen at university civalizaMy pops maybe was late but always came homeMy moms would put us to bed and she would wait onSoon as he walk in the door she barkingI turned out the Jonny CarsonJumped out the bedWe grabbed both his legsMe and my brotherNot knowing the pain he gave my motherNight after night, fighting yelling at each otherMy papa played the street all dayMama was either home, at work, while we played inside the hall wayShe sacrifices all she got to feed usWhen she was alone she cried by the phone pepping out the window heedingBut still I didn't see itMama hid it from usWe was kids youngerTill we got bigger, on toBigger things that we knew what the time wasThat daddy was leaving the crib and moms love
Papa was player, player wasn't papaPapa loved the ladiesNever got enough ofPretty brown roundRunning round town (Shhhhh)Don't tell your mother what's going down(Repeat 2x)
So many kids I knew, never knew what Pap wasThat's why I show my pop loveHe was still around when I fucked upHe could have leftMy moms pregnant shock to death but stayedWatch me crawl till I took my first step, to the first gradeTo my first fist fightRight behind me he would standNo matter how big or tall he made me fight you like a manThrow dirt in your eye, swing my right scoop your ass and slamHe watched me so I wouldn't get jumped by shorty's famRoaches and weed all over my crib him and moms relaxingNext thing you know he packingSo then I asked himWhat's this white shit on that plate and your facing?Papa why you butt ass from the waistAnd who's this lady I'm facingDark skin you're not my mommyHe grabbed me up to run some smooth words by mePromise things that he would buy meIf I kept my mouth close and don't tell mommyHe said one day I'll understand little meWas in you to side me
Papa was player, player wasn't papaPapa loved the ladiesNever got enough ofPretty brown roundRunning round town (Shhhhh)Don't tell your mother what's going down(Repeat 2x)
Pop's told me hold my ownPop's told me value homeCould I help it papa was a rolling stoneWho loved the pretty brown roundOut of town boundJumping in his jazz Benz he touringAt home I play his latest recordingsAnd it's strange now how, I do my thing nowI'm in the game nowAnd heard of it his brain powTo pull strings and gain power>From weed habits are same nowNo white lines to trumpets to tight rhymesAnd beats that be pumpingBefore he left he taught me somethingA child's young years the most important time to be thereThat's why he stayed till we grew up, respect is still hereI'm older now see what having a father's aboutOne day they can be in your life next day they be outIt's not because of you, you know the dealHim and your moms feelIf they stay together then someone will get killedI love you stillAlways willCause that's my niggerAlthough you felt you was wrongI still feel you kidLife gose on
My old dad imported to the family structureProvide her GodMy moms a queen at university civalizaMy pops maybe was late but always came homeMy moms would put us to bed and she would wait onSoon as he walk in the door she barkingI turned out the Jonny CarsonJumped out the bedWe grabbed both his legsMe and my brotherNot knowing the pain he gave my motherNight after night, fighting yelling at each otherMy papa played the street all dayMama was either home, at work, while we played inside the hall wayShe sacrifices all she got to feed usWhen she was alone she cried by the phone pepping out the window heedingBut still I didn't see itMama hid it from usWe was kids youngerTill we got bigger, on toBigger things that we knew what the time wasThat daddy was leaving the crib and moms love
Papa was player, player wasn't papaPapa loved the ladiesNever got enough ofPretty brown roundRunning round town (Shhhhh)Don't tell your mother what's going down(Repeat 2x)
So many kids I knew, never knew what Pap wasThat's why I show my pop loveHe was still around when I fucked upHe could have leftMy moms pregnant shock to death but stayedWatch me crawl till I took my first step, to the first gradeTo my first fist fightRight behind me he would standNo matter how big or tall he made me fight you like a manThrow dirt in your eye, swing my right scoop your ass and slamHe watched me so I wouldn't get jumped by shorty's famRoaches and weed all over my crib him and moms relaxingNext thing you know he packingSo then I asked himWhat's this white shit on that plate and your facing?Papa why you butt ass from the waistAnd who's this lady I'm facingDark skin you're not my mommyHe grabbed me up to run some smooth words by mePromise things that he would buy meIf I kept my mouth close and don't tell mommyHe said one day I'll understand little meWas in you to side me
Papa was player, player wasn't papaPapa loved the ladiesNever got enough ofPretty brown roundRunning round town (Shhhhh)Don't tell your mother what's going down(Repeat 2x)
Pop's told me hold my ownPop's told me value homeCould I help it papa was a rolling stoneWho loved the pretty brown roundOut of town boundJumping in his jazz Benz he touringAt home I play his latest recordingsAnd it's strange now how, I do my thing nowI'm in the game nowAnd heard of it his brain powTo pull strings and gain power>From weed habits are same nowNo white lines to trumpets to tight rhymesAnd beats that be pumpingBefore he left he taught me somethingA child's young years the most important time to be thereThat's why he stayed till we grew up, respect is still hereI'm older now see what having a father's aboutOne day they can be in your life next day they be outIt's not because of you, you know the dealHim and your moms feelIf they stay together then someone will get killedI love you stillAlways willCause that's my niggerAlthough you felt you was wrongI still feel you kidLife gose on
