I Wish - Remix (To The Homies That We Lost)

I Wish - Remix (To The Homies That We Lost) Lyrics

Yo, what up, my nigga?
You know, I was in the hood
I just thought I'd stop by and holler at you for a minute
Pour out a little liquor or somethin'

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 ya
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
We had the same ideas, but not the same careers
We shared the same old laugh, but not the same tears

You were my homie, my stoney, my Rollie
My nigga and never placed no bitch befo' me
Man, I swear 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' 'em 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 Hennessey
Just thinkin' about what you meant to me, my nigga

Even though you're gone, you will always be my nigga
Though you made it 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"

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
I wish, I wish, I wish

Your little son is lookin' at me like, "Where's my daddy?"
And your thirteen-year old daughter is mad 'cuz 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'd cry, cry, cry
Askin' the Lord, why, why, why
They're tearin' down these projects

We were homies for like twenty 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

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
Now all I have left are these ghetto memories

I wish, I wish, I wish
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

Comin' up off the fiends wit bags, runnin' up out the cleanest Jag
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
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 say when I'ma 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 sixteen 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
I'm gonna keep pourin' this liquor and that's my word
This here is for niggas that be flippin' them birds, word up

Even though you're gone you will always be my nigga
Even though you're home I'm still missin you, my nigga
I'm feelin' like the timing was wrong, my nigga
(I'm feelin' like timing was wrong)
I know you're smilin' down sayin', "Carry on, my nigga"
("Radio, please don't take the "nigga" out my song)

Sometimes my nights can get long, my nigga
(Let it play on, play on, play on, play on, play on")
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