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POPPA WAS A PLAYER Lyrics

by Nas

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'
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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Daddy Yankee
Y me gusta tanto cuando se pega pega
Y me guaya guaya
Y se pega pega
Cuando le sueltan el dembow
Dembow bow bow
Papoose
So before leavin', yo it's a wise man I'm repeatin'
Two wrongs don't make a right, I believe in it makes a even
Paul Hardcastle
In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war but it wasn't
It was different in many ways, as so were tose that did the fighting
In World War II the average age of the combat soldier was 26
In Vietnam he was 19
In-in-in Vietnam he was 19

The shooting and fighting of the past two weeks continued today
25 miles west of Saigon
I really wasn't sure what was going on

Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

In Vietnam the combat soldier typically served
A twelve month tour of duty
But was exposed to hostile fire almost everyday
Ni-ni-ni 19, Ni-ni-ni 19

Hundreds of thousands of men who saw heavy combat
In Vietnam were arrested since discharge
Their arrest rate is almost twice that of non-veterans of the same age
There are no accurate figures of how many of these men
Have been incarcerated

But a Veterans Administration study
Concludes that the greater of vets
Exposure to combat could more likely affect his chances
Of being arrested or convicted

This is one legacy of the Vietnam War

All those who remember the war
They won't forget what they've seen
Destruction of men in their prime
Whose average was 19

De-de-destruction
De-de-destruction
War, war

De-de-destruction, wa, wa, war, wa, war, war
De-de-destruction
War, war

After World War II the men came home together on troop ships
But the Vietnam vet often arrived home within 48 hours of jungle combat
Perhaps the most dramatic difference between
World War II and Vietnam was coming home
None of them received a hero's welcome

None of them received a heroes welcome, none of them, none of them
Ne-ne-ne, ne-ne-ne, none of them, none of them, none of them
None of them received a hero's welcome
None of them received a hero's welcome

According to a Veteran's Administration study
Half of the Vietnam combat veterans suffered from what
Psychiatrists call
Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder

Many vets complain of alienation, rage or guilt
Some succumb to suicidal thoughts
Eight to ten years after coming home
Almost eight hundred thousand men are still fighting the Vietnam War

De-de-destruction
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni19 19
19, 19, 19, 19
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

When we came back it was different, everybody wants to know
"How'd it happened to those guys over there?
There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
We did what we had to do

There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
People wanted us to be ashamed of what it made us
Dad had no idea what he went to fight and he is now
All we want to do is come home

All we want to do is come home
What did we do it for?
All we want to do is come home
Was it worth it
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
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