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Lyrics for I Wish Remix To The Hommies That Were Lost by R. Kelly:
| | | Artist: | R. Kelly |
| | Album: | TP2.COM | | Track: | I Wish Remix To The Hommies That Were Lost | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 468 | | | | Lyrics: | YoÂ’ what up my nigga
You know I was in the hood
I just thought
IÂ’d stop by
Holler at you for a minute
Pour out a little liquor or
someÂ’inÂ’
Nigga we done been through a lot of shit together
From runninÂ’ these streets to beinÂ’ down for whatever
And now
that youÂ’re gone I got a whole lot of shit to
tell you
Things I
shouldÂ’ve said way back when we was younger
Remember when we used to roll
hand in hand
And now IÂ’m trippinÂ’ on how I really miss you, man
And remember when you and me would say
WeÂ’d get up out this hood and
everything would be okay
ItÂ’s all good now (My nigga)
We out the
hood now (Mmm)
We had the same ideas, but not the same careers
We shared the same old
laugh, and now the same tears
You were my homie, my sconey, my Roni
My nigga
and never placed no bitch before me
Man, I sear to God I love for that shit
WhyÂ’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
CoppinÂ’
them Range Rovers with me
SittinÂ’ on thangs and smokinÂ’ trees
And if it wasnÂ’t for the will that God had made
IÂ’d turn back
the hands of time and take your place
SittinÂ’ here sippinÂ’ on this
Hennessy
Just thinkinÂ’ about how much you meant to me (My nigga)
Even when youÂ’re gone you will always be my nigga
When you went home
IÂ’m still missinÂ’ you, my nigga
IÂ’m feelinÂ’
like the timing was wrong, my nigga
I know youÂ’re smilinÂ’ down
sayinÂ’ carry on, my nigga
Some times my nights can get long, my nigga
Some times I feel God did me wrong, my nigga
So I had to write a song, my nigga
Just to let you know that youÂ’re still my nigga
I wish, I wish, I wish
(Oh, I)
I wish, I wish, I wish
Little son is lookinÂ’ at me like,
"Where is my daddy?"
And your 13-year old daughter is mad ‘cause she
understands
Promised your mama IÂ’d take care of the family
But
sheÂ’s so hurt, she turns away my helpinÂ’ 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 gettinÂ’ up out this game
And you would tell me how it
keeps callinÂ’ your name
(We used to ride-ride-ride)
Never afraid
to (Die-die-die)
But some times we (Cry-cry-cry)
AskinÂ’ the Lord
(Why-why-why)
TheyÂ’re tearinÂ’ down these projects
We
were homies for like 20 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
WeÂ’d get up out this hood and everything would
be okay
(ItÂ’s all good now) My nigga
We out the hood now
ItÂ’s so easy for folks to say, "Rob, just live on"
When IÂ’m
dyinÂ’ every second that youÂ’re gone
Nevertheless I try my best to be
strong
HopinÂ’ you said your prayers before you went on home
When
we stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze
WeÂ’d slapbox dead in the middle
of streets
And if a fight broke out, you would take up for me
YouÂ’re all I
have left of these ghetto memories
I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I)
I wish, I
wish, I wish
Uh, uh, yoÂ’ dog, I canÂ’t explain how I miss you
We stayed together, coppinÂ’ cane, poppinÂ’ pistols
I miss you
most
PuttinÂ’ the doo rag over your bean head
Even out the hood on the
scene you brag (Whoa)
CominÂ’ up off the fiends for bags
RunninÂ’ up out the cleaners, drag
You was the closest nigga I had
Look how
we stayed aces
Hustled, made big faces
I wish we could trade places
Fuck
givinÂ’ you ice, IÂ’d rather give you life
And the things that I had,
IÂ’d give you twice (Oh,
yeah)
So what the deal, my nigga, I know
you holdinÂ’ it down
If you could see me you would say IÂ’m
talkinÂ’ soft
right now
But itÂ’s hard for me to see when
IÂ’mma see you again
And I know itÂ’s fucked up, I gotta talk through
this
pen
But youÂ’d died for the love of the dough
The love of the
block, 16 you was runninÂ’ the spot
Boy, your mama used to hate how we stood on
the curb
HanginÂ’ with wild thug niggas, smokinÂ’ the herb (Mmm,
hmm, hmm)
IÂ’m gonna keep pourinÂ’ this liquor and thatÂ’s
my word
This here is for niggas that be flippinÂ’ them birds
(Oh)
Word up!
Even though you know you will always be my nigga
(Whoa...whoa...oh...oh..)
Even though youÂ’re gone you will also be my nigga
IÂ’m feelinÂ’ like the time when IÂ’m high, my nigga
IÂ’m feelinÂ’ like time
IÂ’m strung out,
sayinÂ’, "Radio, please donÂ’t take the
nigga out this song
Let
it play on, go on, on
So I had to write this song, my nigga
Just to let you know that
youÂ’re still my nigga | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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