| Song | Goodbye To My Homies |
| Artist | Master P |
| Album | Best Of Master P |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Master P, Mo B. Dick ... | |
| R-I-P homie, R-I-P | |
| [Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick] | |
| How do I say goodbye to what we had | |
| The good times that made us laugh outweighed the bad | |
| I thought we'd get to see forever | |
| But forever's gone away | |
| It's so hard to say goodbye to my homies | |
| [Master P] | |
| Ya'll need to smile for my ghetto heroes nigga | |
| So many homies gone, trying to ball till they fall | |
| Now I'm left with nothing but old cards | |
| and a bunch of pictures on the wall | |
| R-I-P tatoos nigga, just to show you that we real | |
| But I still can't believe that your dead fool, and how you got killed | |
| And on your birthday me and my boys visit your grave | |
| And I remember when you first got high | |
| and the first time you got laid | |
| And I'm going through a thing, Kevin nigga, what should I do | |
| I never imagined living life without a nigga like you | |
| [Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick] | |
| {Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies }x2 | |
| [Master P] | |
| We shed so many ghetto tears, see time is crazy | |
| And every sunday grandma go to church | |
| she said she gotta pray for her baby | |
| And ah, your little son, he look just like you | |
| And momma going through a thang, but she gonna pull it through | |
| And ah, me, C and Silkk, we got all the money but that don't mean shit | |
| Cause I burn all that shit up nigga, just to have you again | |
| And it's real out here, all you niggas that's goin through some pain | |
| Keep your head up, and this for everybody that lost a relative in the street | |
| game | |
| [Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick] | |
| Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies | |
| And it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies | |
| [Silkk The Shocker] | |
| Now look, I couldn't imagine life without you | |
| I just sit here and wonder why | |
| But the law of life, and god placed us here | |
| And said everybody must die | |
| Aint it hard trying to move on, but still I try | |
| Even though we got money, judgement day | |
| Just some things we can't buy | |
| Even though you gone, I never let you move on | |
| Cause every time i think about you | |
| I sit back and write your name in a song | |
| Now ashes to ashes, and dust to dirt | |
| It's kinda spooky when I see your face on a t-shirt | |
| I just pray to god it's hard wishing it would get better | |
| And watch it, cause death or funerals bring our family together | |
| Now look, we done lost a brother, your son done lost a father | |
| Life ain't promised us so tell somebody you love them | |
| You'll never know if they'll be here tommorow | |
| [Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick] | |
| Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies | |
| And it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies |
| zuo ci : Master P, Mo B. Dick ... | |
| RIP homie, RIP | |
| Sons of Funk Mo B. Dick | |
| How do I say goodbye to what we had | |
| The good times that made us laugh outweighed the bad | |
| I thought we' d get to see forever | |
| But forever' s gone away | |
| It' s so hard to say goodbye to my homies | |
| Master P | |
| Ya' ll need to smile for my ghetto heroes nigga | |
| So many homies gone, trying to ball till they fall | |
| Now I' m left with nothing but old cards | |
| and a bunch of pictures on the wall | |
| RIP tatoos nigga, just to show you that we real | |
| But I still can' t believe that your dead fool, and how you got killed | |
| And on your birthday me and my boys visit your grave | |
| And I remember when you first got high | |
| and the first time you got laid | |
| And I' m going through a thing, Kevin nigga, what should I do | |
| I never imagined living life without a nigga like you | |
| Sons of Funk Mo B. Dick | |
| Cause it' s so hard to say goodbye to my homies x2 | |
| Master P | |
| We shed so many ghetto tears, see time is crazy | |
| And every sunday grandma go to church | |
| she said she gotta pray for her baby | |
| And ah, your little son, he look just like you | |
| And momma going through a thang, but she gonna pull it through | |
| And ah, me, C and Silkk, we got all the money but that don' t mean shit | |
| Cause I burn all that shit up nigga, just to have you again | |
| And it' s real out here, all you niggas that' s goin through some pain | |
| Keep your head up, and this for everybody that lost a relative in the street | |
| game | |
| Sons of Funk Mo B. Dick | |
| Cause it' s so hard to say goodbye to my homies | |
| And it' s so hard to say goodbye to my homies | |
| Silkk The Shocker | |
| Now look, I couldn' t imagine life without you | |
| I just sit here and wonder why | |
| But the law of life, and god placed us here | |
| And said everybody must die | |
| Aint it hard trying to move on, but still I try | |
| Even though we got money, judgement day | |
| Just some things we can' t buy | |
| Even though you gone, I never let you move on | |
| Cause every time i think about you | |
| I sit back and write your name in a song | |
| Now ashes to ashes, and dust to dirt | |
| It' s kinda spooky when I see your face on a tshirt | |
| I just pray to god it' s hard wishing it would get better | |
| And watch it, cause death or funerals bring our family together | |
| Now look, we done lost a brother, your son done lost a father | |
| Life ain' t promised us so tell somebody you love them | |
| You' ll never know if they' ll be here tommorow | |
| Sons of Funk Mo B. Dick | |
| Cause it' s so hard to say goodbye to my homies | |
| And it' s so hard to say goodbye to my homies |
| zuò cí : Master P, Mo B. Dick ... | |
| RIP homie, RIP | |
| Sons of Funk Mo B. Dick | |
| How do I say goodbye to what we had | |
| The good times that made us laugh outweighed the bad | |
| I thought we' d get to see forever | |
| But forever' s gone away | |
| It' s so hard to say goodbye to my homies | |
| Master P | |
| Ya' ll need to smile for my ghetto heroes nigga | |
| So many homies gone, trying to ball till they fall | |
| Now I' m left with nothing but old cards | |
| and a bunch of pictures on the wall | |
| RIP tatoos nigga, just to show you that we real | |
| But I still can' t believe that your dead fool, and how you got killed | |
| And on your birthday me and my boys visit your grave | |
| And I remember when you first got high | |
| and the first time you got laid | |
| And I' m going through a thing, Kevin nigga, what should I do | |
| I never imagined living life without a nigga like you | |
| Sons of Funk Mo B. Dick | |
| Cause it' s so hard to say goodbye to my homies x2 | |
| Master P | |
| We shed so many ghetto tears, see time is crazy | |
| And every sunday grandma go to church | |
| she said she gotta pray for her baby | |
| And ah, your little son, he look just like you | |
| And momma going through a thang, but she gonna pull it through | |
| And ah, me, C and Silkk, we got all the money but that don' t mean shit | |
| Cause I burn all that shit up nigga, just to have you again | |
| And it' s real out here, all you niggas that' s goin through some pain | |
| Keep your head up, and this for everybody that lost a relative in the street | |
| game | |
| Sons of Funk Mo B. Dick | |
| Cause it' s so hard to say goodbye to my homies | |
| And it' s so hard to say goodbye to my homies | |
| Silkk The Shocker | |
| Now look, I couldn' t imagine life without you | |
| I just sit here and wonder why | |
| But the law of life, and god placed us here | |
| And said everybody must die | |
| Aint it hard trying to move on, but still I try | |
| Even though we got money, judgement day | |
| Just some things we can' t buy | |
| Even though you gone, I never let you move on | |
| Cause every time i think about you | |
| I sit back and write your name in a song | |
| Now ashes to ashes, and dust to dirt | |
| It' s kinda spooky when I see your face on a tshirt | |
| I just pray to god it' s hard wishing it would get better | |
| And watch it, cause death or funerals bring our family together | |
| Now look, we done lost a brother, your son done lost a father | |
| Life ain' t promised us so tell somebody you love them | |
| You' ll never know if they' ll be here tommorow | |
| Sons of Funk Mo B. Dick | |
| Cause it' s so hard to say goodbye to my homies | |
| And it' s so hard to say goodbye to my homies |