I Didn’t Wanna Write This Song The Game (Ft. Marsha Ambrosius)

[Intro: DOM KENNEDY]
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)

[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius & The Game]
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

[Verse 1: The Game]
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
You 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 Emani and Kross is
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