Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Wish - Remix (To The Homies That We Lost), artist - R. Kelly. Date of issue: 10.11.2005
Song language: English
I Wish - Remix (To The Homies That We Lost) |
| Yo what up, my nigga |
| You know I was in the hood |
| I just thought I’d stop by |
| Holla at you for a minute |
| Pour out a little liquor or something |
| Nigga, we done been through a lot of shit together |
| From running these streets to being down for whatever |
| And now that you’re gone I got a whole lot of shit 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 tripping 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 nigga) |
| 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 nigga and never placed no bitch before me |
| Man, I swear to God I love you for that shit |
| 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 |
| Copping them Range Rovers with me |
| Sitting on thangs and smoking 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 |
| Sitting here sipping on this Hennessy |
| Just thinking about how much you meant to me (my nigga) |
| Even when you’re gone you will always be my nigga |
| Though you made it home I’m still missing you, my nigga |
| I’m feeling like the timing was wrong, my nigga |
| I know you’re smiling down saying carry on, my nigga |
| Sometimes my nights can get long, my nigga |
| Sometimes I feel God did me wrong, my nigga |
| So I had to write a song, my nigga |
| Just to let you know that you’re still my nigga |
| I wish, I wish, I wish (oh I) |
| I wish, I wish, I wish |
| Little son is looking at me like, «Where's my daddy?» |
| And your 13-year old daughter is mad 'cause she understands |
| Promised your mama I’d take care of the family |
| But she’s so hurt, she turns away my helping hands |
| Damn, I wish your ass was here, my nigga |
| To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar, my nigga |
| And we would talk about you getting up out this game |
| And you would tell me how it keeps calling you name |
| (We used to ride-ride-ride) |
| Never afraid to (die-die-die) |
| But sometimes we (cry-cry-cry) |
| Asking the Lord (why-why-why) |
| They’re tearing down these projects |
| We were homies for like 20 thug years (say word) |
| Sat in church and cried the same thug tears (say word) |
| You remember when Vibe world premiered |
| 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 nigga |
| We out the hood now |
| It’s so easy for folks to say, «Rob, just live on» |
| When I’m dying every second that you’re gone |
| Nevertheless I try my best to be strong |
| Hoping you said your prayers before you went on home |
| We done stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze |
| We’d slap box 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, copping 'caine, popping pistols |
| I miss you most |
| Putting the doo rag over your bean head |
| Even out the hood on the scene you brag (whoa) |
| Coming up off the fiends for bags |
| Running up out the cleanest Jag |
| You was the closest nigga I had |
| Look how we stayed aces |
| Hustled, made big faces (faces) |
| I wish we could trade places (places) |
| Fuck giving 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 nigga, I know you holding it down |
| If you could see me you would say I’m talking soft right now (ooh) |
| But it’s hard for me to say when I’ma see you again |
| And I know it’s fucked up, I gotta talk through this pen (ooh, ooh) |
| But you died for the love of the dough |
| The love of the block, 16 you was running the spot (spot) |
| Boy, your mama used to hate how we stood on the curb |
| Hanging with wild thug niggas, smoking the herb |
| (Mmm, hmm, hmm) |
| I’ma keep pouring this liquor and that’s my word |
| This here is for my niggas that be flipping them birds |
| (Oh) Word up! |
| Even though you’re gone you will always be my nigga (Whoa…whoa…oh…oh…oh…why…) |
| Never made it home I’m still missing you, my nigga |
| I’m feeling like the timing was wrong, my nigga (I'm feeling like the timing |
| was wrong) |
| Know you’re smiling down saying carry on, my nigga |
| Radio, please don’t take the nigga out this song |
| Let it play on, play on, play on, play on, play on… whoa…oh |
| Sometimes my nights can get long, my nigga |
| Sometimes I feel God did me wrong, my nigga |
| So I had to write a song, my nigga |
| Just to let you know that you’re still, my nigga |
| Yo we miss you nigga, we love you, nigga (for life, nigga) |
| We’ll never let you go, baby, we gon always remember (Rest In Peace) |
| Chitown wherever Boo, word up, we love you |