R Kelly I Wish (Remix) songtekst

YoÆ, what up, my n****You know I was in the hoodI just thought IÆd stop byHoller at you for a minutePour out a little liquor or someÆinÆN****, we done been through a lot of s*** togetherFrom runninÆ these streets to beinÆ down for whateverAnd now that youÆre gone I got a whole lot of s*** totell youThings I shouldÆve said way back when we was youngerRemember when we used to roll hand in handAnd now IÆm trippinÆ on how I really miss you, manAnd remember when you and me would sayWeÆd get up out this hood and everything would be okayItÆs 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***WhyÆd you have to get hitWhere was I, what time was itYou were supposed to get older with meOn stage, hands on shoulders with meCoppinÆ them Range Rovers with meSittinÆ on thangs and smokinÆ treesAnd if it wasnÆt for the will that God had madeIÆd turn back the hands of time and take your placeSittinÆ here sippinÆ on this HennessyJust thinkinÆ about how much you meant to me (My n***)Even when youÆre gone you will always be my n****When you went home IÆm still missinÆ you, my n****IÆm feelinÆ like the timing was wrong, my n****I know youÆre smilinÆ down sayinÆ 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 youÆre still my n****I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I)I wish, I wish, I wishLittle son is lookinÆ at me like, “Where is my daddy?”And your 13-year old daughter is mad æcause sheunderstandsPromised your mama IÆd take care of the familyBut sheÆs so hurt, she turns away my helpinÆ 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 gettinÆ up out this gameAnd you would tell me how it keeps callinÆ your name(We used to ride-ride-ride)Never afraid to (Die-die-die)But some times we (Cry-cry-cry)AskinÆ the Lord (Why-why-why)TheyÆre tearinÆ 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 sayWeÆd get up out this hood and everything would be okay(ItÆs all good now) My n****We out the hood nowItÆs so easy for folks to say, “Rob, just live on”When IÆm dyinÆ every second that youÆre goneNevertheless I try my best to be strongHopinÆ you said your prayers before you went on homeWhen we stood on these blocks and just shot the breezeWeÆd slapbox dead in the middle of streetsAnd if a fight broke out, you would take up for meYouÆre all I have left of these ghetto memoriesI wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I)I wish, I wish, I wishUh, uh, yoÆ dog, I canÆt explain how I miss youWe stayed together, coppinÆ cane, poppinÆ pistolsI miss you mostPuttinÆ the doo rag over your bean headEven out the hood on the scene you brag (Whoa)CominÆ up off the fiends for bagsRunninÆ up out the cleaners, dragYou was the closest n**** I hadLook how we stayed acesHustled, made big facesI wish we could trade placesF*** givinÆ you ice, IÆd rather give you lifeAnd the things that I had, IÆd give you twice (Oh,yeah)So what the deal, my n****, I know you holdinÆ it downIf you could see me you would say IÆm talkinÆ softright nowBut itÆs hard for me to see when IÆmma see you againAnd I know itÆs f***ed up, I gotta talk through thispenBut youÆd died for the love of the doughThe love of the block, 16 you was runninÆ the spotBoy, your mama used to hate how we stood on the curbHanginÆ with wild thug n****s, smokinÆ the herb (Mmm,hmm, hmm)IÆm gonna keep pourinÆ this liquor and thatÆs my wordThis here is for n****s that be flippinÆ them birds(Oh)Word up!Even though you know you will always be my n****(Whoa…whoa…oh…oh..)Even though youÆre gone you will also be my n****IÆm feelinÆ like the time when IÆm high, my n**** IÆm feelinÆ like timeIÆm strung out, sayinÆ, “Radio, please donÆt 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 youÆre still my n****