Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Miss My Dawgs, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song Tha Carter, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
I Miss My Dawgs |
Yea.yea.yea.yea |
This is the Carter muthafucka, yea |
And in my building I must keep it real |
And man I miss the times, we would shine, you would keep on your side |
You would teach me how to ride and you would teach me how to pry |
Then we get on the line and go over our lines |
We were in the same position and that’s when you change position, shit |
I never change and I miss ya, and its strange but I never forget ya Throw that at you and them bitches homie |
And I know that aint you wit that dissin on me That’s why I never replied and never will just let em live phony |
If ya ever died I swear to God I got yo kids homie |
Whats mine is their I gotta give homie, and yea |
We still a army in this bitch homie |
Yea Cash Money still the shit homie, shit homie |
Whats really real is you feelin me nigga |
That Hot Boy shit still in me nigga, word the giggity nigga |
And I aint got time to speak the history |
I miss you and I know you missin |
Gizzle but |
Man I miss my dawgs (yea) |
Many nights club poppin (yea) |
Many nights we were blowin trees (yea) |
Many nights we were hustlin (yea) |
Man I miss my dawgs (yea) |
Me and you through thick and thin (yea) |
Me and you through the very end (yea) |
For only you I was in the game (yea) |
And I remember when you came to the click |
I had already made my name in the click, but you got famous and shit |
I got my solja rag and dangled my shit |
I was down to just to hang wit you shit |
And I banged to the boogie bang bang wit yo click |
And I aint even from the 3(3rd Ward), my hood was angry at me, shit |
But I rose to my feet, played the post wit the heat |
At them shows while you performed and posed |
I was waitin for a nigga to jump, see I was patient but was ready to duck |
Cuz you my brother chump |
Real Gs never buckle up But every family aint filled wit gangstas that’s real |
And that’s real and I would never turn my back or turn ya down |
Even if you turned around muthafucka |
But history is history |
I miss you and I know you missin me Juve but |
You was my nigga, my nerd, my joy, my herb |
My main muthafuckin man Turk |
My other, my partner, I was teacher, he was father |
I skilled, he schooled, we chilled, we moved |
We thug, we hung, we ate, we slept |
We lived, we died, I stayed, you left |
Remember how we played to the left |
And we stayed out of trouble cuz we stayed to our self |
Member B and Slim leavin, hand the ki’s over |
Tell me not to go Uptown and we went straight to tha Nolia |
While I watched you reunite wit yo soljas |
And yo mom and brothers, while I lied to the stunna |
Yea those were the times my brother |
Now I recognize real and I honor my brother |
Yea nigga sub mage my brother, the Sqad’s my brother |
The nigga you left behind is my brothers |