所属专辑:I Believe I Can Fly: The Best Of R.Kelly
歌手: R. Kelly
时长: 05:16
Title I Wish (To The Homies That We Lost) [remix[00:00:00]
Artist R. Kelly[00:00:04]
Album Tp-2.Com [2000[00:00:04]
Yo, what up, my ni**a?[00:00:05]
You know, I was in the hood[00:00:32]
I just thought I'd stop by and holler at you for a minute[00:00:36]
Pour out a little liquor or somethin'[00:00:39]
Ni**a, we done been through a lot of sh*t together[00:00:42]
From runnin' these streets to bein' down for whatever[00:00:43]
And now that you're gone I got a whole lot of sh*t to tell ya[00:00:45]
Things I should've said way back when we was younger[00:00:50]
Remember when we used to roll hand in hand?[00:00:52]
And now I'm trippin' on how I really miss you, man[00:00:55]
And remember when you and me would say[00:00:58]
We'd get up out this hood and everything would be okay[00:00:59]
It's all good now[00:01:03]
My ni**a, we out the hood now[00:01:05]
We had the same ideas, but not the same careers[00:01:07]
We shared the same old laugh, but not the same tears[00:01:10]
You were my homie, my stoney, my Rollie[00:01:15]
My ni**a and never placed no b**ch befo' me[00:01:18]
Man, I swear to God I love for that sh*t[00:01:21]
Why'd you have to get hit? Where was I? What time was it?[00:01:24]
You were supposed to get older with me[00:01:27]
On stage, hands on shoulders with me[00:01:28]
Coppin' 'em Range Rovers with me[00:01:32]
Sittin' on thangs and smokin' trees[00:01:34]
And if it wasn't for the will that God had made[00:01:37]
I'd turn back the hands of time and take your place[00:01:41]
Sittin' here sippin' on this Hennessey[00:01:43]
Just thinkin' about what you meant to me, my ni**a[00:01:46]
Even though you're gone, you will always be my ni**a[00:01:49]
Though you made it home, I'm still missin' you, my ni**a[00:01:53]
I'm feelin' like the timing was wrong, my ni**a[00:01:58]
I know you're smilin' down sayin', "Carry on, my *"[00:01:59]
Sometimes my nights can get long, my ni**a[00:02:09]
Sometimes I feel God did me wrong, my ni**a[00:02:10]
So I had to write a song, my ni**a[00:02:11]
Just to let you know that you're still my ni**a[00:02:12]
I wish, I wish, I wish[00:02:14]
I wish, I wish, I wish[00:02:16]
Your little son is lookin' at me like, "Where's my daddy?"[00:02:18]
And your thirteen-year old daughter is mad 'cuz she understands[00:02:20]
Promised your mama I'd take care of the family[00:02:22]
But she's so hurt, she turns away my helpin' hands[00:02:26]
Damn, I wish your a** was here, my ni**a[00:02:28]
To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar, my ni**a[00:02:31]
And we would talk about you gettin' up out this game[00:02:34]
And you would tell me how it keeps callin' your name[00:02:37]
We used to ride, ride, ride[00:02:40]
Never afraid to die, die, die[00:02:42]
But some times we'd cry, cry, cry[00:02:43]
Askin' the Lord, why, why, why[00:02:46]
They're tearin' down these projects[00:02:49]
We were homies for like twenty thug years[00:02:52]
Sat in church and cried the same thug tears[00:02:53]
You remember when Vibe World Premier[00:02:55]
How we used to share the same old gear[00:02:58]
And remember when you and me would say[00:03:02]
We'd get up out this hood and everything would be okay[00:03:05]
It's all good now[00:03:08]
My ni**a, we out the hood now[00:03:09]
It's so easy for folks to say, "Rob, just live on"[00:03:12]
When I'm dyin' every second that you're gone[00:03:17]
Nevertheless, I try my best to be strong[00:03:20]
Hopin' you said your prayers before you went on home[00:03:21]
We done stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze[00:03:25]
We'd slap-box dead in the middle of streets[00:03:28]
And if a fight broke out, you would take up for me[00:03:30]
Now all I have left are these ghetto memories[00:03:34]
I wish, I wish, I wish[00:03:36]
I wish, I wish, I wish[00:03:39]
Uh, uh, yo' dog, I can't explain how I miss you[00:03:42]
We stayed together, coppin' cane, poppin' pistols[00:03:46]
I miss you most, puttin' the doo-rag over your bean head[00:03:47]
Even out the hood on the scene you brag[00:03:49]
Comin' up off the fiends wit bags, runnin' up out the cleanest Jag[00:03:52]
You was the closest ni**a I had[00:03:56]
Look how we stayed aces hustled, made big faces[00:03:58]
I wish we could trade places[00:04:01]
F**k givin' you ice I'd rather give you life[00:04:02]
And the things that I had, I'd give you twice[00:04:04]
What the deal, my ni**a? I know you holdin' it down[00:04:08]
If you could see me you would say, I'm talkin' soft right now[00:04:12]
But it's hard for me to say when I'ma see you again[00:04:15]
And I know it's f**ked up, I gotta talk through this pen[00:04:18]
But you'd died for the love of the dough[00:04:21]
The love of the block sixteen you was runnin' the spot[00:04:23]
Boy, your mama used to hate how we stood on the curb[00:04:26]
Hangin' with wild thug *s smokin' the herb[00:04:29]
I'm gonna keep pourin' this liquor and that's my word[00:04:31]
This here is for *s that be flippin' them birds, word up[00:04:35]
Even though you're gone you will always be my ni**a[00:04:38]
Even though you're home I'm still missin you, my ni**a[00:04:41]
I'm feelin' like the timing was wrong, my ni**a[00:04:44]
(I'm feelin' like timing was wrong)[00:04:46]
I know you're smilin' down sayin', "Carry on, my *"[00:04:48]
("Radio, please don't take the "*" out my song)[00:04:52]
Sometimes my nights can get long, my ni**a[00:04:55]
(Let it play on, play on, play on, play on, play on")[00:04:58]
Sometimes I feel God did me wrong, my ni**a[00:05:00]
So I had to write a song, my ni**a[00:05:01]
Just to let you know that you're still my ni**a[00:05:02]