[PRODEJE] Everytime Im in the hood, I be reminiscin Thinkin about my Locs outta dead or in prison How we used to chop it up, how we used to kick it It was kinda wicked through the streets, we was addicted Get the pen and paper, start to write a letter Dear O.G. hope you feelin a little better Im holdin down the 4 and on the out so Im chillin Hows goin down all them suckas still peelin I hear the hard stories I know its gettin hectict I felt the County Blues and I put it on the record Never saw the Pen G, never wanna see G All my brothers locked down doin it hard times see Do you remember how we use to kick it homie? Now you locked up and Im feelin kinda lonely [L.V.] Now my homie is gone and Im feelin kinda lonely, damn I miss my homie See you when you get out, Loc Now my homie is gone and Im feelin kinda lonely, damn I really miss my homie Now my homie is gone and Im feelin kinda lonely Ima see you when I get out loc Now my homie is gone [PRODEJE] Hangin at the park shootin craps all day Freestylin at the jam on the saturday Walkin through the Swap Meet chuckin the ?? Tryin to run games like the Wizard of Oz And I remember every single conflict We used to scrap when it wouldnt even worth it thats right Runnin out the stores with 4Os Gettin Gd everyday like the criminals Hitted the first joint, smoked the first cig Took the first squig that it made us feel big Though it ??? it wasnt nuthin but the past time Never can find so we only walked the thin line Sometimes I wonder why you and not me? You didnt see a word like a true homie Now Im on the block and now you wanna cluck Cant even a shit without the coppers on your jock Im feelin kinda bad, sittin in my pad Known what I did and it driven me mad I wanna turn myself in but you always tell me not to So Ima chill O.G. and Ima stay true And when you hit the streets Ima have your back fame Im gettin paid and Im makin sure you selfmade You didnt have to do the time for me homeboy But thats a true friend till the end homeboy I gots much love for my hood And my homie see you when you get out, Loc [L.V.] Now my homies gone and Im feelin kinda lonely, damn I miss my homie See you when you get out, Loc Now my homies gone and Im feelin kinda lonely Damn I really miss my homie Now my homies gone and Im feelin kinda lonely
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