Chorus Chag G Still, I wanna be Right here in my hood Still, I wanna be In the streets, sippin cognac Still, I wanna be In my ???, killin ??? Still, I wanna be In the streets, yeah [Mr. Lil One] Verse 1 I keep it moving while we groovin in the sunshine Give it to me, let me hear it just one time To my mother and my brother up in heaven now It took a little bit, its better, cause Im ready now To the homies, doing time, and I mean everyone Seperated from their ladies and their little ones To our mothers in the ghetto, did the best they could Kinda hard, without a daughter in the neighborhood But we made it through the good and through the bad, too Through the trouble and the struggles, see we had to To the homies with the Khakis and the Pennotins To their youngns, to their Gs, to the veterans Through the drama, without mama and it never ends To the letter for the homies that Im bout to send To the homies with the lolos and the hydros To the all, to the pen, to the barrios Repeat Chorus Verse 2 Tell the mamis and the daddies with their babies I know its hard and they may seem a little crazy To my ladies with their babies by their lonesone Your little baby will, one day, will be a grown son And its harder in the night, but then the light come You made a choice, baby girl, and its right one And to my people with this struggle, tryna cope here... Were living in the dark, but theres hope there To the ghettos of the world, we gotta keep strong Gotta fight to keep it right and try to shake wrong Let me hear it for the people in the back, too To my little baby girls, daddy thanks you Repeat Chorus Verse 3 And to the homies in the back with the cold one All the homies with the sack, going broke one See, we do it cause we love it, and its like that If you coming, then you barking, then we bite back To the homies playing ball on a Sunday To the homies where the L may be one day To the youngns in the hood with the hoodies on Little mamis at the party, get their cuties on Tell the ones that never made it, how we miss you How we swig, how we trip and reminisce you To the Gs on the blocks, steady, fresh out To my homie, Dan, Im waiting til he gets out Im a leave ya to the men, and Im a roll now I been doing it for ten, time to blow now So I leave you with my love and all the peace sign From the west, to the south, to the east side Repeat chorus
homies, youngns, mamis, little, one