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R. Kelly
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I Wish (Remix) [To the Homies That We Lost]
Yo, what up, my nigga? You know, I was in the hood I just thought I'd stop by and holler at you for a minute Pour out a little liquor or somethin'
Nigga, we done been through a lot of shit together From runnin' these streets to bein' down for whatever And now that you're gone I got a whole lot of shit to tell ya Things I should've said way back when we was younger
Remember when we used to roll hand in hand? And now I'm trippin' on how I really miss you, man And remember when you and me would say We'd get up out this hood and everything would be okay
It's all good now My nigga, we out the hood now We had the same ideas, but not the same careers We shared the same old laugh, but not the same tears
You were my homie, my stoney, my Rollie My nigga and never placed no bitch befo' me Man, I swear to God I love for that shit Why'd you have to get hit? Where was I? What time was it?
You were supposed to get older with me On stage, hands on shoulders with me Coppin' 'em Range Rovers with me Sittin' on thangs and smokin' trees
And if it wasn't for the will that God had made I'd turn back the hands of time and take your place Sittin' here sippin' on this Hennessey Just thinkin' about what you meant to me, my nigga
Even though you're gone, you will always be my nigga Though you made it home, I'm still missin' you, my nigga I'm feelin' like the timing was wrong, my nigga I know you're smilin' down sayin', 'Carry on, my nigga'
Sometimes my nights can get long, my nigga Sometimes I feel God did me wrong, my nigga So I had to write a song, my nigga Just to let you know that you're still my nigga
I wish, I wish, I wish I wish, I wish, I wish
Your little son is lookin' at me like, 'Where's my daddy?' And your thirteen-year old daughter is mad 'cuz she understands Promised your mama I'd take care of the family But she's so hurt, she turns away my helpin' hands
Damn, I wish your ass was here, my nigga To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar, my nigga And we would talk about you gettin' up out this game And you would tell me how it keeps callin' your name
We used to ride, ride, ride Never afraid to die, die, die But some times we'd cry, cry, cry Askin' the Lord, why, why, why They're tearin' down these projects 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
We were homies for like twenty thug years Sat in church and cried the same thug tears You remember when Vibe World Premier How we used to share the same old gear
And remember when you and me would say We'd get up out this hood and everything would be okay It's all good now My nigga, we out the hood now
It's so easy for folks to say, 'Rob, just live on' When I'm dyin' every second that you're gone Nevertheless, I try my best to be strong Hopin' you said your prayers before you went on home
We done stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze We'd slap-box dead in the middle of streets And if a fight broke out, you would take up for me Now all I have left are these ghetto memories
I wish, I wish, I wish I wish, I wish, I wish
Uh, uh, yo' dog, I can't explain how I miss you We stayed together, coppin' cane, poppin' pistols I miss you most, puttin' the doo-rag over your bean head Even out the hood on the scene you brag
Comin' up off the fiends wit bags, runnin' up out the cleanest Jag You was the closest nigga I had Look how we stayed aces hustled, made big faces I wish we could trade places
Fuck givin' you ice I'd rather give you life And the things that I had, I'd give you twice What the deal, my nigga? I know you holdin' it down If you could see me you would say, I'm talkin' soft right now
But it's hard for me to say when I'ma see you again And I know it's fucked up, I gotta talk through this pen But you'd died for the love of the dough The love of the block sixteen you was runnin' the spot
Boy, your mama used to hate how we stood on the curb Hangin' with wild thug niggas smokin' the herb I'm gonna keep pourin' this liquor and that's my word This here is for niggas that be flippin' them birds, word up
Even though you're gone you will always be my nigga Even though you're home I'm still missin you, my nigga I'm feelin' like the timing was wrong, my nigga (I'm feelin' like timing was wrong) I know you're smilin' down sayin', 'Carry on, my nigga' ('Radio, please don't take the 'nigga' out my song)
Sometimes my nights can get long, my nigga (Let it play on, play on, play on, play on, play on') Sometimes I feel God did me wrong, my nigga So I had to write a song, my nigga Just to let you know that you're still my nigga
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