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- R. Kelly - I Wish [Remix] Lyrics
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- Yo', what up, my nigga
- 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'
- Nigga, we done been through a lot of shit together
- From runnin' these streets to bein' 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 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 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 sear to God I love 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
- 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 nigga)
- Even when you're gone you will always be my nigga
- When you went home I'm still missin' you, my nigga
- I'm feelin' like the timing was wrong, my nigga
- I know you're smilin' down sayin' carry on, my nigga
- Some times my nights can get long, my nigga
- Some times 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 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 ass was here, my nigga
- To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar, my nigga
- 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 nigga
- 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 nigga I had
- Look how we stayed aces
- Hustled, made big faces
- I wish we could trade places
- Fuck 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 nigga, 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 fucked 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 niggas, smokin' the herb (Mmm,
- hmm, hmm)
- I'm gonna keep pourin' this liquor and that's my word
- This here is for niggas 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 nigga
- I'm feelin' like the time when I'm high, my nigga
- I'm feelin' like time
- I'm strung out, sayin', "Radio, please don't take the
- nigga out this song
- Let it play on, go on, on
- So I had to write this song, my nigga
- Just to let you know that you're still my nigga
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