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conversations.value: Write me a song called Poppa Was a Playa with the following description: Ghost produced by Kanye West for D Dot Angelette.
  Nas in an interview with Rolling Stone:
  I was really just feeding and channeling the Temptations' “Papa Was a Rolling Stone.” When I was a kid, I had a friend and his stepdad’s name was Papa. This friend is dead now, but he didn’t really like Papa that much because Papa was a dope fiend. When the Temptations song came on, he sang it a little extra. We were kids at this point and that stayed with me forever. My pop was not a dope fiend—my pop was my pop—so I talked about him. This was also one of Kanye’s first production. I didn’t even know him at the time. He just came through via someone else. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Produced by Kanye West & D-Dot]
  [Intro]
  To my nigga
  Brought me in this world
  Ha, that's right, nigga
  [Verse 1]
  My ol' dad important to the family structure, provider, a God
  My moms a queen, that universal team civilized us
  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 barking
  I turned down 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 poppa played the street all day
  Mama was either home or at work
  While we playing inside the hall way
  She sacrifices all she got to feed us
  When she was alone she cried by the phone
  Peeping out the window, heated
  But still, I didn't see it, mama hid it from us
  We was kids, younger, 'til we got bigger, on to
  Bigger things, that we knew what the time was
  That daddy was leaving his crib and my mom's love [Chorus]
  Poppa was a playa, playa was in poppa
  Poppa loved the ladies, never got enough of
  The pretty brown round, running round town
  "(Shhh!) Don't tell your mother what's going down"
  Poppa was a playa, playa was in poppa
  Poppa loved the ladies, never got enough of
  The pretty brown round, running round town
  "(Shhh!) Don't tell your mother what's going down"
  [Verse 2]
  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 up
  He could have left my moms pregnant, shook to death, but stayed
  Watched me crawl 'til I took my first step, to the first grade
  To my first fistfight, right behind me, he would stand
  No matter how big or tall, he made me fight you like a man
  Throw dirt in ya eye, swing my right, scoop your ass and slam
  He watched me so I wouldn't get jumped by shorty's fam
  Roaches of weed all over my crib, him and moms relaxing
  Next thing you know he packing, so then I asked him
  "What's this white shit on that plate and your face?
  And, Poppa, why you butt-ass from the waist
  And, who's this lady I'm facing?
  Dark skin, you not my mommy!"
  He grabbed me up to run some smooth words by me
  Promised me things that he would buy me
  If I kept my mouth closed and don't tell Mommey
  He said one day I'll understand—
  "Little me, what's in you is inside me" [Chorus]
  Poppa was a playa, playa was in poppa
  Poppa loved the ladies, never got enough of
  The pretty brown round, running round town
  "(Shhh!) Don't tell your mother what's going down"
  Poppa was a playa, playa was in poppa
  Poppa loved the ladies, never got enough of
  The pretty brown round, running round town (Ugh, my nigga)
  "(Shhh!) Don't tell your mother what's going down"
  [Verse 3]
  Pops told me hold my own, Pops told me value home
  Could I help it, "Papa Was a Rolling Stone"?
  Who loved the pretty brown round, 
  out-of-town-bound
  Trumpet in his jazz band, he touring
  At home, I played his latest recordings
  And it's strange how I do my thing now, I'm in the game now
  Inherited his brainpower, to pull strings and gain power
  Our weed habits the same now
  No white lines, or trumpets, just tight rhymes
  And beats that's bumpin, 'fore he left, he taught me something
  A child's young years the most important time to be there
  That's why he stayed 'til we grew up, respect is still here
  I'm older now, see what having 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...