Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mourn You 'Til I Join You, artist - Naughty By Nature. Album song Hi-Five: Naughty By Nature, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.06.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Mourn You 'Til I Join You |
Dear God times are changing and the weather got hot |
Over the past year a lot of niggas went pop drop |
So I thank you for my life and all that I got |
I wanna praise you and drop off a message to Pac |
I was sitten here lookin at your picture my nigga |
puttin hash with the weed wit a mixture of liqour |
we can’t kick it you ain’t wit us is the shit I can’t figure |
nigga I miss ya this thug gonna miss ya til I’m wit cha' |
it was 90 on the P.E. |
tour when we mashed down |
doesn’t even seem like 7 years passed |
both rodies now homies out the hood on the scene |
you did the humpty with the u I did the walk wit the queen |
was a dream smokin and drinkin? |
Stealin' backstage passes to hit ho’s and coleseums |
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the flip up make them lift they shit up |
get it the get up lift the trix up and switch up |
think of all the times that I rolled wit mine |
male groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodge |
they was blinded when the good shined through they were on you |
Just know I’m gonna mourn you til I join you |
ashes to ashes and dust to dust |
i hope you here me now in god we trust |
even all the prayers can’t bring you back to us |
i’ll mourn you til I join you cause i’ll keep in touch |
we was two lil niggas both skinny and broke |
happy if we scrap pennies for smokes |
tours over we were out yeah and you called with the news |
you was over in ney york to film this movie called juice |
called you back up you told me pack up |
Me and you and Stretch could shack up |
the thug luv back up the act up |
Shock G and Hakeem would call and fuss cause they know we all kicked up dust |
You remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn’t pick up our RACE |
You beat his ass then you spit in his face |
I remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewels |
and Big Stretch punched him out his shoes |
Back then I was taken stashes quick who holdin |
That’s when every piece of bud I was rolen was stolen |
we would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks |
spit the emos over demos thinken ladies and lemos |
you was a wild motherfucker who could never sit still |
said you wouldn’t rest untill you saw a mill |
nigga I felt you |
we was back an forth burough to projects for forts |
damn I wish they knew how much you loved new york |
shit and can’t nobody dis my nigga |
motha fuck that I miss my nigga |
i’m a mourn you til I join you |
You ain’t got to worry about how long I’m gonna mourn ya |
I’m gonna keep your name on the streets |
I’m ya true motherfucker thug nation alert |
keep his name on the street til ya lay in the dirt |
this shit hurts cause we went from poor to rich |
you’re supposed to see alot more than this |
they brought you up locked you up when you did above the rim |
they let you out you called us up we came as thugs again |
we were here ah-ha rapist they shout |
ya’ll was talkin shit that ya’ll didn’t know a damn thang bout |
you was going through your stress while your enemies laughed |
ain’t never take no shit and Tupac never took no ass |
fuck the press fuck the world life goes on when you die |
fuck the judge fuck the court and every bitch that lied |
a little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked |
my lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot |
soon as I get there I find Afeni urgin' me |
think I missed my baby, don’t leave after surgery |
so I’m lookin in her eyes while they walkin me through |
thinkin Pac hard head what the hell I’m a do |
so we kicked it as they stayed and I asked what you need |
you say a pound for comin nigga and a hit of some weed |
so I asked you not to go over and over god knows |
you done smiled and said nigga help me get on my clothes |
so we got over that, you held up got locked |
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they had you caged when I stopped |
yeah the chain remains plus you a part of my link |
they fucked up by givin you too much time to think |
I remember your release and we met up in l.a. |
at the? |
gettin blazed hand me down with the hay |
after that you blew up a made nigga platinum plus |
addicted to drama a soldier with a nation of thugs |
now we in these savage ages |
even yourself predicted that last night in vegas |
I heard gats were brandished, my nigga once again damaged |
And a part of his heart right here in Venice |
At the same time you was both loved and feared |
M.O.B. |
and fuckin thug of the year |
I’m a mourn you til I join you |
we’ll mourn — that’s what we’ll do |
we’ll mourn — till we’re with you |