Nas Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Poppa Was A Player Lyrics

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