Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dear Homie, artist - Ice T. Album song VI: Return Of The Real, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dear Homie |
| Dear Homie, whats the hap, since your up in the sky? |
| With God by your side |
| Homie what’s it like? |
| I know your bein' treated right |
| No more worries |
| Plus you’re bein heard G |
| I guess you know niggas is still trippin |
| I don’t know why, they see a future in it |
| We’re headed for self-destruction |
| Can’t function |
| Only thing I can do is pray |
| And thank God, for another day |
| Yes Homie, it’s rough down here. |
| I gotta watch my back |
| Cos it’s hard being black |
| If it ain’t the other |
| It’s my own colour |
| Tryin to work me |
| Tryin to hurt me |
| Ain’t no L-O-V-E |
| Please tell me why, Dear Homie |
| Dear Homie, gang-bangin ain’t joke |
| And I’m lookin over ya loc |
| Always knew there was fools out to get me |
| I didn’t even hear the gunshots till after the slugs hit me |
| I grabbed for my chest and my neck, hopin |
| When my head hit the ground my skull busted open |
| You used to ask for my advice |
| Well Dear Homie, dyin ain’t nothin nice |
| And the place I’m at is overpacked |
| With young blacks who crash crack and gats |
| I can only pray |
| You don’t come this way |
| You gotta stay alive, you got a kid G |
| I feel ya partner but I worry alot |
| Bust shots |
| I know you’re tryin' to comfort me |
| But I don’t want no company, Homie |
| Dear Homie, even though you’re gone |
| I still fell your presence |
| Sometimes I can sleep |
| Cos I just can’t see |
| Reality like it really should be seen |
| I still reminisce on how we used to kick it |
| Strollin' the yard, just hangin' out together |
| Down for whatever, whenever |
| And now I’m hopin, you’re seeing a true friend in me |
| We where meant to be |
| Dear Homie, you used to call me O. G |
| Now ya really gotta look up to me |
| Cos the place I’m at, is way high in the sky |
| I didn’t want to die |
| But the life I lived was just to reckless |
| Too many bad marks on God’s checklist |
| And many many brothers will go out |
| Just tryin to get that hard-core street clout |
| But a street reps final test, is when you’re lying in a coffin |
| With you’re hands folded on your chest |
| Then ya hear the girls cry |
| Then ya hear the brothers lie |
| Talkin' about how down you was |
| Then the next week the back on the street, they cold forgot ya cuz' |
| Don’t wanna see ya on your back |
| So for me stay sucka free, cos you don’t need that, Homie |
| Dear Homie… |
| Dear Homie… |
| Ya know I miss ya Homie… |