R. Kelly - I Wish Lyrics
(remix) to the homies that we lostR. kelly featuring boo and gottiYo', what up, my n****You know i was in the hoodI just thought i'd stop byHoller at you for a minutePour out a little liquor or some'in'N****, we done been through a lot of s*** togetherFrom runnin' these streets to bein' down for whateverAnd now that you're gone i got a whole lot of s*** toTell youThings i should've said way back when we was youngerRemember when we used to roll hand in handAnd now i'm trippin' on how i really miss you, manAnd remember when you and me would sayWe'd get up out this hood and everything would be okayIt's all good now (my n****)We out the hood now (mmm)We had the same ideas, but not the same careersWe shared the same old laugh, and now the same tearsYou were my homie, my sconey, my roniMy n**** and never placed no b**** before meMan, i sear to god i love for that s***Why'd you have to get hitWhere was i, what time was itYou were supposed to get older with meOn stage, hands on shoulders with meCoppin' them range rovers with meSittin' on thangs and smokin' treesAnd if it wasn't for the will that god had madeI'd turn back the hands of time and take your placeSittin' here sippin' on this hennessyJust thinkin' about how much you meant to me (my n***)Even when you're gone you will always be my n****When you went home i'm still missin' you, my n****I'm feelin' like the timing was wrong, my n****I know you're smilin' down sayin' carry on, my n****Some times my nights can get long, my n****Some times i feel god did me wrong, my n****So i had to write a song, my n****Just to let you know that you're still my n****I wish, i wish, i wish (oh, i)I wish, i wish, i wishLittle son is lookin' at me like, "where is my daddy?"And your 13-year old daughter is mad ¡®cause sheUnderstandsPromised your mama i'd take care of the familyBut she's so hurt, she turns away my helpin' handsDamn, i wish your a** was here, my n****To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar, my n****And we would talk about you gettin' up out this gameAnd 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 projectsWe were homies for like 20 thug yearsSat in church and cried the same thug tearsYou remember when vibe world premierHow we used to share the same old gearAnd remember when you and me would sayWe'd get up out this hood and everything would be okay(it's all good now) my n****We out the hood nowIt's so easy for folks to say, "rob, just live on"When i'm dyin' every second that you're goneNevertheless i try my best to be strongHopin' you said your prayers before you went on homeWhen we stood on these blocks and just shot the breezeWe'd slapbox dead in the middle of streetsAnd if a fight broke out, you would take up for meYou're all i have left of these ghetto memoriesI wish, i wish, i wish (oh, i)I wish, i wish, i wishUh, uh, yo' dog, i can't explain how i miss youWe stayed together, coppin' cane, poppin' pistolsI miss you mostPuttin' the doo rag over your bean headEven out the hood on the scene you brag (whoa)Comin' up off the fiends for bagsRunnin' up out the cleaners, dragYou was the closest n**** i hadLook how we stayed acesHustled, made big facesI wish we could trade placesF*** givin' you ice, i'd rather give you lifeAnd the things that i had, i'd give you twice (oh,Yeah)So what the deal, my n****, i know you holdin' it downIf you could see me you would say i'm talkin' softRight nowBut it's hard for me to see when i'mma see you againAnd i know it's f***ed up, i gotta talk through thisPenBut you'd died for the love of the doughThe love of the block, 16 you was runnin' the spotBoy, your mama used to hate how we stood on the curbHangin' with wild thug n****s, smokin' the herb (mmm,Hmm, hmm)I'm gonna keep pourin' this liquor and that's my wordThis here is for n****s 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 n****I'm feelin' like the time when i'm high, my n****I'm feelin' like timeI'm strung out, sayin', "radio, please don't take theN**** out this songLet it play on, go on, onSo i had to write this song, my n****Just to let you know that you're still my n****
