Poppa Was a Player

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