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R. Kelly - Текст песни I Wish Remix To All The Homies That We Lost
R.Kelly 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 now 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)R. Kelly - I Wish Remix To All The Homies That We Lost - http://ru.motolyrics.com/r-kelly/i-wish-remix-to-all-the-homies-that-we-lost-lyrics.html
 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










