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I Wish Remix (To the Homies That We Lost) Songtext
von R. Kelly

I Wish Remix (To the Homies That We Lost) Songtext

Yo, what up my nigga?
You know, I was in the hood
I just thought I'd stop by
Holla at you for a minute
Pour out a little liquor or some'in'

Nigga, we done been through a whole lotta shit togetha
From runnin' these streets to bein' down for whateva
And now that you're gone, I got a whole lotta shit to tell ya
Things I shoulda 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 ya, 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 (mmm)
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 Roni, my nigga
And never placed no bitch befo' 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 wit me
On stage, hands on shoulders wit me
Coppin' them Range Rovers wit 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)

Even when you're gone, you will always be my nigga
When you made it home, I'm still missin' you my nigga
I'm feelin' like the timin' 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

I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I)
I wish, I wish, I wish

Little son is lookin' at me like, "Where's 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 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' ya 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
You remember when Vibe World Premiere
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

When we stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze
We'd slapbox dead in the middle of the 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 (Oh, I)
I wish, I wish, I wish

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 ya bean head
Even out the hood on the scene you brag (Whoa)
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 (Oh, yeah)

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 say when I'ma 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
Boy, your mama used to hate how we stood on the curb
Hangin' wit wild thug niggas, smokin' the herb (Mmm, hmm, hmm)
I'ma 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 know you will always be my nigga
(Whoa... whoa... oh... oh.)
Even though you're gone I'm still missin' you my nigga
I'm feelin' like the timin' was wrong, my nigga

I'm strung out, sayin', "Radio, please don'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 you're still my nigga...

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