This song’s dedicated to my homies in that gangsta lean
Why’d you have to go so soon
It’s seems like yesterday we were hangin’ ‘round the hood
Now I’m gonna keep your memory alive like a homey should
A lifetime of memories
Goin’ down the drain
I’d like to keep steppin’
But I can’t get past the pain
I tip my 40 to your memory
Take a drink and I start to think and I
I know one day soon
We’ll be, we’ll be hangin’ out
This is for my homies
This is for my homies, well, well
See you when I get there
In that gangsta lean, in that gangsta lean
This is for my homies
This is for my homies, well
See you when I get there
In that gangsta lean, in that gangsta lean
My God, my God
Could you pass on a message for me, ha
Tell him to put down those dice for a second, Lord
Listen to his homey
Could you tell him I’ll never let go
Of his memory so his son will know, huh
You don’t have to cry no more
‘Cause God’s got his back, I said God’s got his back
A lifetime of memories (A lifetime of memories)
Goin’ down the drain (Goin’ down the drain)
I’d like to keep steppin’ (I would)
But I can’t (Oh, no) get past the pain
I tip my 40 to your memory
Take a drink and I start to think and I
I know one day soon
We’ll be, we’ll be hangin’ out
This is for my homies
This is for my homies
See you when I get there
In that gangsta lean, in that gangsta lean
This is for my homies
You know I miss you, you know I miss you, my homey
See you when I get there
In that gangsta lean, in that gangsta lean
This song is dedicated to my homies in that gangsta lean
Tommy from Masters Touch
My boy YB, and my boy Emir
And whoever else out there got a homey that’s in a gangsta lean
And also my boys in the pen, and they gon’ never see the street again
‘Cause you know what
It don’t matter what they was doin’ while they was here
They coulda been bangin’, slangin’, but they ain’t here no more
Now somebody’s daddy, somebody’s baby, that’s somebody’s homey
So go on let ‘em rest in peace while they’re in that gangsta lean
You know what I’m sayin’
That’s on the real, loc
This is for my homies
I can’t believe that you’re gone
See you when I get there
I’ll see you, I’ll see you, I’ll see you
This is for my homies
Now that you’re in that gangsta lean, well, well, well
See you when I get there
I’m so sorry you’re gone, but I’ve got to keep on
This is for my homies
I gotta movin’, I gotta keep movin, I gotta keep movin’, movin’, movin’, movin’
See you when I get there
I’ll see you, I’ll see you one day, some day, hopefully some day
This is for my homies
This is for my homies, yeah
See you when I get there
In that gangsta lean, in that gangsta lean
Oh ms mo this is too much like that song from cooley high. :)
ReplyDeleteIt's So Hard to Say Goodbye - I love that one too!
ReplyDeleteRight I couldn't think of the name when I wrote that, that's it.
ReplyDeleteI still feel the same sadness today that I felt in the movie theatre all those years ago. :)
I think I was still crying back then.