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| R KELLY Miscellaneous I Wish (Remix)"(feat. Boo and Gotti Yo', what up, my n**** 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 some'in' N****, we done been through a lot of s*** together From runnin' these streets to bein' down for whatever And now that you're gone I got a whole lot of s*** 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 trippin' 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****) We out the hood now (Mmm) 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 n**** and never placed no b**** before me Man, I sear to God I love for that s*** 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 Coppin' them Range Rovers with 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 n***) Even when you're gone you will always be my n**** When you went home I'm still missin' you, my n**** I'm feelin' like the timing was wrong, my n**** I know you're smilin' down sayin' carry on, my n**** Some times my nights can get long, my n**** Some times I feel God did me wrong, my n**** So I had to write a song, my n**** Just to let you know that you're still my n**** I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I) I wish, I wish, I wish Little son is lookin' at me like, "Where is my daddy?" And your 13-year old daughter is mad ¡Rcause 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 a** was here, my n**** To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar, my n**** And we would talk about you gettin' up out this game And you would tell me how it keeps callin' your 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 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**** 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 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 your 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 n**** I had Look how we stayed aces Hustled, made big faces I wish we could trade places F*** givin' you ice, I'd rather give you life And the things that I had, I'd give you twice (Oh, yeah) So what the deal, my n****, 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 see when I'mma see you again And I know it's f***ed 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' with wild thug n****s, smokin' the herb (Mmm, hmm, hmm) I'm gonna keep pourin' this liquor and that's my word This here is for n****s that be flippin' them birds (Oh) Word up! Even though you know you will always be my n**** (Whoa...whoa...oh...oh..) Even though you're gone you will also be my n**** I'm feelin' like the time when I'm high, my n**** I'm feelin' like time I'm strung out, sayin', "Radio, please don't take the n**** out this song Let it play on, go on, on So I had to write this song, my n**** Just to let you know that you're still my n**** |
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