الأغاني: R. Kelly. TP-2.COM. I Wish (remix).
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 you
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
And 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 you 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 Hennessey
Just thinkin' about what you meant to me my nigga
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
Some times my nights can get long, my nigga
Some times I feel that 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
Little son is lookin' at me like where is my daddy?
And your 13 year old daughter is mad 'cause she understands
Promised your mama I'd take care of the family
But shes 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 cry, cry, cry
Askin' the lord why why why
They're tearin' down these projects
We were homies for like 20 thug years
Sat in church and cried the same thug tears
And 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
Never the less I try my best to be strong
Hopin' you said your prayers before you went on home
When we 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
I wish, I wish, I wish
I wish, I wish, I wish
Uh, uh, yo dog, I cant 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 for bags
Runnin' 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 givin' you ice, I'd rather give you life
And the things that I had, I'd give you twice
So 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 see when I'mma see you again
And I know its 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
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 know you will always be my nigga
Even though you're gone you will also be my nigga
I'm feelin' like the time when I'm high, my nigga
When you're gone, when you're gone my nigga
Some times my nights can get long, my nigga
Some times I feel that 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
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 you
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
And 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 you 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 Hennessey
Just thinkin' about what you meant to me my nigga
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
Some times my nights can get long, my nigga
Some times I feel that 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
Little son is lookin' at me like where is my daddy?
And your 13 year old daughter is mad 'cause she understands
Promised your mama I'd take care of the family
But shes 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 cry, cry, cry
Askin' the lord why why why
They're tearin' down these projects
We were homies for like 20 thug years
Sat in church and cried the same thug tears
And 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
Never the less I try my best to be strong
Hopin' you said your prayers before you went on home
When we 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
I wish, I wish, I wish
I wish, I wish, I wish
Uh, uh, yo dog, I cant 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 for bags
Runnin' 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 givin' you ice, I'd rather give you life
And the things that I had, I'd give you twice
So 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 see when I'mma see you again
And I know its 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
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 know you will always be my nigga
Even though you're gone you will also be my nigga
I'm feelin' like the time when I'm high, my nigga
When you're gone, when you're gone my nigga
Some times my nights can get long, my nigga
Some times I feel that 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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