Tonart: Bb minor
Verse 1
Am
Dm
F
Dm
To my nigga
Am
Dm
Who brought me in this world
Verse 2
Dm
important to the family structure,
provider, a God
Am
that universal team civilized us
Dm
My pops maybe was late
but always came home
F
My moms would put us to bed
Am
and she would wait on
Dm
Soon as he walk in the door she barking
F
I turned down the Johnny Carson
Jumped out the bed,
Am
we grabbed both his legs
Me and my brother,
Dm
not knowing the pain he gave my mother
F
Night after night, fighting,
Dm
Am
yelling at each other
Dm
My poppa played the street all day,
Or at work, while we played
inside the hallway
F
When she was alone she cried by the
Am
phone peeping out the window heated
Dm
But still I didn't see it,
We was kids younger,
Dm
Am
'til we got bigger, on to
Dm
Bigger things that we knew
what the time was
F
That daddy was leaving his crib
Verse 3
Am
Dm
Poppa was a playa, playa was in poppa
F
Poppa loved the ladies,
Dm
Am
never got enough of
The pretty brown round,
F
"(Sh!) Don't tell your mother
Am
Dm
Am
what's going down"
Dm
Am
Dm
Poppa was a playa, playa was in poppa
F
Poppa loved the ladies,
Dm
Am
never got enough of
The pretty brown round,
F
"(Sh!) Don't tell your mother
Verse 4
Am
I knew,
Dm
never knew who pop was
F
That's why I show my pop love
Am
He was still around when I popped up
He could have left my moms pregnant,
F
But stayed, watched me crawl
'til I took my first step
Am
To the first grade, to my first fistfight
Dm
Right behind me he would stand
F
No matter how big or tall,
he made me fight you like a man
Am
Throw dirt in ya eye, swing my right,
Dm
scoop your ass and slam
F
He watched me so I wouldn't get
jumped by shorty's fam
Am
Dm
Roaches of weed all over my crib,
him and moms relaxing
F
Next thing you know he packing,
Am
"What's this white shit on
Dm
that plate and your face?
And, Poppa,
F
why you butt- ass from the waist
And, who's this lady I'm facing?
Am
Dark skin, you're not my mommy!"
Dm
He grabbed me up to run some
Promise me things that he would buy me
Am
If I kept my mouth closed
Dm
and don't tell mommy
F
He said one day I'll understand,
"Little me
What's in you is inside me"
Am
Poppa
Verse 5
Dm
was a playa, playa was in poppa
F
Poppa loved the ladies,
Dm
Am
never got enough of
The pretty brown round,
F
"(Sh!) Don't tell your mother
Dm
Am
Dm
what's going down"
Am
Dm
Poppa was a playa, playa was in poppa
F
Poppa loved the ladies,
Dm
Am
never got enough of
The pretty brown round,
F
"(Sh!) Don't tell your mother
Verse 6
hold my own
Dm
Pops told me value home
F
Could I help it poppa was a rolling stone?
Am
Who loved the pretty brown round,
outta town bound
Dm
F
Trumpet in his jazz band, he touring
At home I play his latest recordings
Am
Dm
And it's strange now how I do my thing now,
I'm in the game now
F
Inherited his brainpower, to pull
Am
strings and gain power
From weed habits are the same now
Dm
No white lines, no trumpets,
just tight rhymes
F
And beats that be pumpin, 'fore he left,
he taught me something
Am
A child's young years the most
Dm
important time to be there
F
That's why he stayed 'til we grew up,
Dm
respect is still here
Dm
see what having a father's about
F
One day they can be in your life,
next day, they be out
Am
It's not because of you,
you know the deal
Dm
Him and your moms feel
F
If they stay together then
someone will get killed
Am
I love you still, always will,
Dm
'cause that's my nigga
F
Although you felt you was wrong,
I still feel you kid
Dm
Am
Life goes on
Outro 1
Am
Dm
F
Dm
Am
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