Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: R. Kelly feat. Boo and amp; GottiНазвание : To The Homies That We Lost (I Wish RemixДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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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` [Verse 1] 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...(Uh) 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 sconey, my Rollie My nigga and never placed no bitch befo` me Man, I sear 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` them 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 Hennessy Just...thinkin` about how much you meant to me, my nigga [Bridge] Even when you`re gone, you will always be my nigga When you went 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 [Hook] I wish, I wish, I wish... (Oh, I) I wish, I wish, I wish... [Verse 2] Your little son is lookin` at me like, "Where is my daddy?" And your 13-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 theseprojects... We were homies for like 20 thug years (Say what?) Sat in church and cried the same thug tears (Say what?) 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 You`re all I have left of these...ghetto memories [Hook] I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I) I wish, I wish, I wish [Boo] 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 (Whoa) 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 (faces) I wish we could trade places (places) Fuck givin` you ice...I`d rather give you life And the things that I had...I`d give you twice (Oh, yeah) [Gotti] What the deal, my nigga? I know you holdin` it down If you could see me you would say, "I`m talkin` soft rightnow" But it`s hard for me to say when I`mma 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...16 you was runnin` the spot (runnin` thespot) Boy, your mama used to hate...how we stood on the curb Hangin` with wild thug niggas...smokin` the herb (Mmm,hmm,hmm) I`m gonna keep pourin` this liquor and that`s my word This here is for niggas that be flippin` them birds (Oh) Word up! Even though you`re gone you will always be my nigga(Whoa...whoa...oh...oh..) 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` liketiming was wrong) I know you`re smilin` down sayin`, "Carry on, my nigga" [Continues] "Radio, please don`t take the "nigga" out my song Let it play on...play on...play on...play on" | Похожие исполнители: |
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