(feat. L.V.)



[PRODEJE]

Everytime I'm 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

I'm holdin' down the 4 and on the out so I'm chillin'

How's goin' down all them suckas still peelin'

I hear the hard stories I know it's 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 I'm feelin' kinda lonely



[L.V.]

Now my homie is gone and I'm feelin' kinda lonely, damn I miss my homie

(See you when you get out, Loc)

Now my homie is gone and I'm feelin' kinda lonely, damn I really miss my homie

Now my homie is gone and I'm feelin' kinda lonely

(I'ma 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 ?? of eyes

And I remember every single conflict

We used to scrap when it wouldn't even worth it (that's right)

Runnin' out the stores with 4-O's

Gettin' G'd 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 wasn't nuthin' but the past time

Never can find so we only walked the thin line

Sometimes I wonder: why you and not me?

You didn't see a word like a true homie

Now I'm on the block and now you wanna cluck

Can't even a shit without the coppers on your jock

I'm 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 I'ma chill O.G. and I'ma stay true

And when you hit the streets I'ma have your back fame

I'm gettin' paid and I'm makin' sure you self-made

You didn't have to do the time for me homeboy

But that's 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 homie''s gone and I'm feelin' kinda lonely, damn I miss my homie

(See you when you get out, Loc)

Now my homie's gone and I'm feelin' kinda lonely

Damn I really miss my homie

Now my homie's gone and I'm feelin' kinda lonely