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I Miss My Dawgs
(专辑: Tha Carter - 2004)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah This is the
Carter motherfucker, yeah And in my building I
must keep it real And man I
miss the
times We would shine, you would keep on your side You would teach me how to ride And you would teach me how to pride Then we get on the
line and go over our lines We were in the
same position And that's when you changed position, shit I
never changed and I
miss you, and it's strange But I
never forget you Though that ain't you with them bitches homie And I
know that ain't you with that dissing on me, that's why I
Never replied and never will, just let 'em live phony If you ever died, I
swear to God, I
got your kids homie What's mine is theirs, I
gotta give homie, and yeah We still a
army in this bitch homie Yeah Cash Money still the
shit homie, shit, homie! What's really real is you're feeling me nigga That Hot Boy shit still in me nigga, word to giggity nigga And I
ain't got time to speak the
history I
miss you and I
know you're missing me, Gizzle, but Man, I
miss my dawgs, many nights club popping Many nights we were blowing trees, many nights we were hustling Man I
miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin Me and you through the
very end, for only you I'll sin again Man, I
miss my dawgs, many nights club popping Many nights we were blowing trees, many nights we were hustling Man I
miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin Me and you through the
very end, for only you I'll sin again And I
remember when you came to the
clique I
had already made my name in the
clique But you got famous and shit I
got my soldier rag and dangled my shit I
was honored just to hang with you, shit And I
banged to the
boogie-bang-bang with your clique And I
ain't even from the
3, my hood was angry at me, shit But I
rose to my feet, played the
post with the
heat At them shows while you performed and posed I
was waiting for a
nigga to jump, see I
was patient But was ready to dump, 'cause you're my brother, chump Real Gs never buckle up But every family ain't filled with gangsters that's real And that's real and I
would never turn my back Or turn you down, even if you turned around, motherfucker But history is history I
miss you and I
know you're missing me, Juvie, but Man, I
miss my dawgs, many nights club popping Many nights we were blowing trees, many nights we were hustling Man I
miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin Me and you through the
very end, for only you I'll sin again Man, I
miss my dawgs, many nights club popping Many nights we were blowing trees, many nights we were hustling Man I
miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin Me and you through the
very end, for only you I'll sin again You was my nigga, my nerve, my joy, my hurt My main motherfucking man Turk (oh!) My other, my partner, I
was teacher, he was father I
skilled, he schooled, we chilled, we moved We thug, we hung, we ate, we slept We lived, we died, I
stayed, you left! Remember how we played to the
left? And we stayed out of trouble 'cause we stayed to our self 'Member B
and Slim would leave and the
keys over? Tell us not to go Uptown and we went straight to the
Nolia While I
watched you reunite with your soldiers And your mom and brothers, while I
lied to the
Stunna Yeah, those were the
times my brother Now I
recognize real and I
eye my brother Yeah, nigga, Semaj my brother, the
Sqad's my brother The
niggas you left behind is my brothers! Man, I
miss my dawgs, many nights club popping Many nights we were blowing trees, many nights we were hustling Man I
miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin Me and you through the
very end, for only you I'll sin again Man, I
miss my dawgs, many nights club popping Many nights we were blowing trees, many nights we were hustling Man I
miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin Me and you through the
very end, for only you I'll sin again
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