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r kelly - i wish (to the homies that we lost) [remix] كلمات الأغنية

talking]
yo what up, my n-gg-
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]
n-gg-, we done been through a lot of sh-t together
from running these streets to being down for whatever
and now that you’re gone i got a whole lot of sh-t 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 n-gg-)
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 n-gg- and never placed no b-tch before me
man, i swear to god i love you for that sh-t
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 n-gg-)

even when you’re gone you will always be my n-gg-
when you went home i’m still missing you, my n-gg-
i’m feeling like the timing was wrong, my n-gg-
i know you’re smiling down saying carry on, my n-gg-
sometimes my nights can get long, my n-gg-
sometimes i feel god did me wrong, my n-gg-
so i had to write a song, my n-gg-
just to let you know that you’re still my n-gg-

[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
d-mn, i wish your -ss was here, my n-gg-
to grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar, my n-gg-
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 n-gg-
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 n-gg- i had
look how we stayed aces
hustled, made big faces
i wish we could trade places
f-ck 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 n-gg-, 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 f-cked 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 n-gg-s, smoking the herb
i’m gonna keep pouring this liquor and that’s my word
this here is for my n-gg-s that be flipping them birds
word up!

[r.kelly]
even though you know you will always be my n-gg-
(whoa…whoa…oh…oh)
even though you’re gone you will also be my n-gg-
i’m feeling like the time when i’m high, my n-gg-
i’m feeling like the time
i’m strung out, saying “radio, please don’t take the n-gg- out
this song”
let it play on, play on, play on, play on…
so i had to write this song, my n-gg-
just to let you know that you’re still my n-gg-

- r kelly

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