Songtext Miss my dawg Lil' Wayne

Miss my dawg

[Lil' Wayne]
yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah
this is the carter muthafucka
yeah
and in my building, imma must keep it real

[Lil' Wayne]
man i miss the times we would shine
you would keep me on ya side
you would teach me how to ride
and you would teach me how to pry
then we get on the line and
go over our lines
we was in the same position
and thats when you change positions, shit
I'd neva change and i miss ya
and it's strange, but i'd neva forget ya
though that ain't you in those pictures on me
and i know that aint you dissin on me
thats why i, neva replied and neva will
just let it live for me
if you eva died, i swear to god i got 'cha kids on me
whats mine, is theirs, i got a kill for me (and yeah)
we still a army in this bitch, homie
ya Cash Money still the shit, homie, shit homie
whats really real is you feelin me, nigga
that Hot Boy shit, still in me nigga, word to kickety nigga
and i aint got time to speak the history
i miss you and i know you missin' me
Jizzle

[Chorus 2x]
Man I miss my dawg
many nights club hoppin'
many nights we were blowin' trees
many nights we were hustlin'
Man I miss my dawg
me and you through thick and thin
me and you to the very end
for only you i would sin again

[Lil' Wayne]

And i remember when you came to the cliq
i had already made my name in the cliq
when you got fame, was the shit
i got my soulja rag and dang for my shit
i was fine just used to hang witchu' shit
and i banged to the boogie, bang bang wit cha cliq
and i ain't even from the 3, my hood was angry at me (shiit)
but i rose to my feet, played the bose with the heat
at the chose while you performed and posed
i was waitin' for a nigga to jump
see i was patient, but i was ready to duck
cuz you my brother, Jut
real G's never buckle up
but every family ain't filled wit gangsta's thats real
and thats real and i would neva turn my back
or turn you down, even if you turn around, mothafucka
but history is history,i miss you and i know you missin' me
Juve

[Chorus 2x]
Man I miss my dawg
many nights club hoppin'
many nights we were blowin' trees
many nights we were hustlin'
Man I miss my dawg
me and you through thick and thin
me and you to the very end
for only you i would sin again

[Lil' Wayne]

You was,
my nigga, my nerve, my joy, my hurt
my main mothafuckin man Turk
my brotha, my partner
i was teacher, he was father
i skilled, He schooled
we chilled, we moved
we thug, we hung
we ate, we slept
we lived, we died
i stayed, you left
remember how we played to the death
and we stayed outta trouble
cuz we stayed to ourself
'member Slim, we believed in
hand them keys ova to me
now to go uptown
we went straight to the 'gnolia
while i watched you reunite wit cha souljas
ya momz and brotha while i lie to tha stunna
yea, those were the times my brotha
now I recognized real and i honor my brotha
yea, nigga so march my brotha
this squads my brotha
nigga you left behind my brothas

[Chorus 2x]
Man I miss my dawg
many nights club hoppin'
many nights we were blowin' trees
many nights we were hustlin'
Man I miss my dawg
me and you through thick and thin
me and you to the very end
for only you i would sin again