Идет поиск видеоклипа в базе...

(при отсутствии ролика в базе, ничего не произойдет)

Получи текст песни

Ice-T f Hen-Gee - Dear Homie

на свой мобильный!
Отправь SMS с текстом 55788-108-1831 на номер 5537.

Предложение действительно для Российских операторов.

[Hen-Gee]
Dear Homie, whats the hap, since your up in the sky?
With God by your side
Homie what`s it like?
I know your bein` treated right
No more worries
Plus you`re bein heard G
I guess you know niggaz is still trippin
I don`t know why, they see a future in it
We`re headed for self-destruction
Can`t function
Only thing I can do is pray
And thank God, for another day
Yes Homie, it`s rough down here. I gotta watch my back
Cos it`s hard being black
If it ain`t the other
It`s my own colour
Tryin to work me
Tryin to hurt me
Ain`t no L-O-V-E
Please tell me why, Dear Homie

[Ice-T]
Dear Homie, gang-bangin ain`t joke
And I`m lookin over ya loc
Always knew there was fools out to get me
I didn`t even hear the gunshots till after the slugs hit me
I grabbed for my chest and my neck, hopin
When my head hit the ground my skull busted open
You used to ask for my advice
Well Dear Homie, dyin ain`t nothin nice
And the place I`m at is overpacked
With young blacks who crash crack and gats
I can only pray
You don`t come this way
You gotta stay alive, you got a kid G
I feel ya partner but I worry alot
Bust shots
I know you`re tryin` to comfort me
But I don`t want no company, Homie

[Hen-Gee]
Dear Homie, even though you`re gone
I still fell your presence
Sometimes I can sleep
Cos I just can`t see
Reality like it really should be seen
I still reminisce on how we used to kick it
Strollin` the yard, just hangin` out together
Down for whatever, whenever
And now I`m hopin, you`re seeing a true friend in me
we where meant to be

[Ice-T]
Dear Homie, you used to call me O.G.
Now ya really gotta look up to me
Cos the place I`m at, is way high in the sky
I didn`t want to die
But the life I lived was just to reckless
Too many bad marks on God`s checklist
And many many brothers will go out
Just tryin to get that hard-core street clout
But a street reps final test, is when you`re lying in a coffin
with you`re hands folded on your chest.
Then ya hear the girls cry
Then ya hear the brothers lie
Talkin` about how down you was
Then the next week the back on the street, they cold forgot ya cuz`.
Don`t wanna see ya on your back,
So for me stay sucka free, cos you don`t need that, Homie.

Dear Homie...
Dear Homie...
Ya know I miss ya Homie...

http://muzsupport.com/music/eng/108/1/1831.html