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    R. Kelly / Lyrics

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    "I Wish (To The Homies That We Lost) [remix]" Lyrics

    R. Kelly

    Album:
    track 16
    TP-2.Com [2000]
    Genre:R&B
    Duration:00:05:22
    Rank:7,257 (*)
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    talking]
    Yo what up, my nigga
    You know I was in the hood
    I just thought I'd stop by
    Holler at you for a minute
    Pour out a little liquor or something

    [R.Kelly]
    Nigga, we done been through a lot of shit together
    From running these streets to being 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 tripping 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, and not the same tears
    You were my homie, my sconey, my Roni
    My nigga and never placed no bitch before me
    Man, I swear 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
    Copping them Range Rovers with me
    Sitting on thangs and smoking 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
    Sitting here sipping on this Hennessy
    Just thinking about how much you meant to me (My nigga)

    Even when you're gone you will always be my nigga
    When you went home I'm still missing you, my nigga
    I'm feeling like the timing was wrong, my nigga
    I know you're smiling down saying 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

    [Chorus]
    I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh I)
    I wish, I wish, I wish

    [R.Kelly]
    Little son is looking 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 she's so hurt, she turns away my helping 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 getting up out this game
    And you would tell me how it keeps calling you name
    (We used to ride-ride-ride)
    Never afraid to (Die-die-die)
    But sometimes we (Cry-cry-cry)
    Asking the Lord (Why-why-why)
    They're tearing 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
    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 dying every second that you're gone
    Nevertheless I try my best to be strong
    Hoping you said your prayers before you went on home
    When we stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze
    We'd slapbox 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

    [Chorus]

    [Boo]
    Uh, uh, yo dog, I can't explain how I miss you
    We stayed together, copping cane, poppin pistols
    I miss you most
    Putting the doo rag over your bean head
    Even out the hood on the scene you brag (whoa)
    Coming up off the fiends for bags
    Running 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 giving you ice, I'd rather give you life
    And the things that I had, I'd give you twice (Oh yeah)

    [Gotti]
    So what the deal, my nigga, I know you holding it down
    If you could see me you would say I'm talking 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 died for the love of the dough
    The love of the block, 16 you was running the spot
    Boy, your mama used to hate how we stood on the curb
    Hanging with wild thug niggas, smoking the herb
    I'm gonna keep pouring this liquor and that's my word
    This here is for my niggas that be flipping them birds
    Word up!

    [R.Kelly]
    Even though you know you will always be my nigga
    (Whoa...whoa...oh...oh)
    Even though you're gone you will also be my nigga
    I'm feeling like the time when I'm high, my nigga
    I'm feeling like the time
    I'm strung out, saying "Radio, please don't take the nigga out
    this song"
    Let it play on, play on, play on, play on...
    So I had to write this song, my nigga
    Just to let you know that you're still my nigga
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Robert S. Kelly.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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