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Poppa Was A Player
作詞:Deric Angelettie, Allan Wayne Felder, Norman Ray Harris, Nasir Jones
To my nigga Brought me in this world That's right nigga
My old dad imported to the family structure Provide her God, my mom's a queen at university in 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 walked in the door, she barkin' I turned out the Jonny Carson, jumped out the bed We grabbed both his legs, me and my brother Not knowin' the pain he gave my mother
Night after night, fightin', yellin' 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 Peeppin' out the window, heedin' 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 leavin' this crib and my mom's love
Poppa was a player, player wasn't Poppa Poppa loved the ladies, never got enough of Pretty brown round, runnin' round town Don't tell your mother, what's goin' down
Poppa was a player, player wasn't Poppa Poppa loved the ladies, never got enough of Pretty brown round, runnin' round town Don't tell your mother, what's goin' down
So many kids I knew, never knew who 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 me moms relaxin' 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Next thing you know he packin' so then I asked him What's this white shit on that plate and you're facin'?
Papa why you butt ass from the waist And who's this lady I'm facin' 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
Poppa was a player, player wasn't Poppa Poppa loved the ladies, never got enough of Pretty brown round, runnin' round town Don't tell your mother what's goin' down
Poppa was a player, player wasn't Poppa Poppa loved the ladies, never got enough of Pretty brown round, runnin' round town Don't tell your mother what's goin' down
Pop's told me hold my own, Pop's told me value home Could I help it Poppa was a Rolling Stone Who loved the pretty brown round Out of town bound
Jumping in his jazz Benz he tourin' At home I play his latest recordin's And it's strange 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 pumpin' Before he left he taught me somethin'
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 havin' 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 nigga
Although you felt you was wrong I still feel you kid Life goes on
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