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Your son wonder when you comin' home I wonder why you couldn't make it home? I wonder why they love you when you gone? I wonder if you know how much they miss you? Crenshaw, now they yellin', "Crenshaw" Crenshaw, now they wearin' Crenshaw I wonder why they love you when you gone? (When you gone) I wonder if you're there right now (Right now, Ayy, Dom) I wonder (Ayy, this classic shit, Dom) I wonder if you're really listenin' to what I feel right now? (This L.A. shit) I wonder I'm hopin' you're the peace that'll make 'em really care right now (Throw them dubs up) But you're gone and it just isn't fair right now, right now (One time for our nig', we got the world lit) On God, the work is never done (We love you, Nip) The good they die young, used to be my son Even when it waivers, the pain I feel is numb Know that you were loved, yeah I didn't wanna write this song Didn't wanna write it, so it's from the heart Even brought your homie from Leimert Park Smokin' papers on Vernon for the hurt Reminiscin', you and Blacc Sam built it from the dirt Los Angeles, the gift and a curse Focused on your neighborhood but you shifted the earth SongtexteYou had the Staples Center packed like a church Whole South Central put they hands on your hearse I wonder if Heaven got a Slauson You with Biggie and Pac, look at you, big as the bosses Headed to a marathon, look at your nigga, he flossin' Your legacy untouchable like Armenian crosses On the days that I'm feelin' exhausted, think about uncle Snoop at the funeral talkin' This type of shit you don't see that often Stevie Wonder singin', he can't even see your coffin I wonder if you're free right now, yeah I wonder if you're happy, are you livin' out your dreams right now? I hope the angels are givin' you your wings right now The hardest thing that I had to sing right now Right now, right now, oh, God The best was yet to come (Sometime) The good, they die young Used to the be sun even when it rains, yeah Pain I feel is numb You'll always be loved I didn't wanna write this song Ayy, shit sound like it look All the history you made, nigga, I could write a book You had the Eight Treys walkin' with the 60s I witnessed it all, you was right there with me From Eritrea to South Central From South Central to Brooklyn, look at what you been through Mind over matter, yeah, it's all mental But I still don't trust 12 when I see 'em in my rearview Six years ago, I could of been you Me and some of my old homies had the same issues If I come, tell God to let me in Give 'em the room next to Aaliyah with ESPN You got tears fallin' down the cheeks of Mexicans You got a number in my phone I can't text again And if they killed you, they could kill Game But I don't mind dyin' if it's gon' bring real change Say hi to the sky, now it's your turn to fly Still we cry (Still we cry) I wish I could have protected you there Just say hi to the sky, now it's your turn to fly Still we cry, cry, cry Still we cry, yeah Cry, cry, I cry Didn't wanna write this song Dear rap game, we can't take no more losses Thank you God for Nipsey Hussle King of L.A., Slauson Clap for him, clap for him The marathon continues I didn't wanna write this song Aus Songtexte Mania