Poppa Was a Playa

To my ****

Brought me in this world

Yeah, that's right ****

My old dad important to the family structure

Provide our God

My mom's a queen at universal team civilizer

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 Johnny 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 or at work

While we played inside the hallway

She sacrifices all she got to feed us

When she was alone

She cried by the phone, peeping 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 this crib, and my moms love

Papa was a player, player wasn't papa

Papa loved the ladies

Never got enough of the pretty brown round

Running 'round town

Don't tell your mother what's goin' down

Papa was a player, player wasn't papa

Papa loved the ladies

Never got enough of the pretty brown round

Running 'round town

Don't tell your mother what's goin' down

So many kids I knew, never knew who pop was

That's why I show my pop love

'Cause he was still around when I popped out

He could have left my moms

Pregnant, shock to death but stayed

Watched 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

And my 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 me things that he would buy me

If I kept my mouth closed and don't tell mommy

He said one day I'll understand

Little me was in you, to side me

Papa was a player, player wasn't papa

Papa loved the ladies

Never got enough of the pretty brown round

Running 'round town

Don't tell your mother what's goin' down

Papa was a player, player wasn't papa

Papa loved the ladies

Never got enough of the pretty brown round

Running 'round town

Don't tell your mother what's goin' down

Pops 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 played 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

Our weed habits the same now

No white lines to trumpets to tight rhymes

And beats that's pumpin'

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 fathers 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 goes on