Текст песни: R.I.P. To Screw + перевод

Thanks to Screw, for all the things you do

You can be my angel, fly me away

DJ Screw what it do, 2002 I’m missing you

Sometime I don’t know what to do, I reminisce about riding in the blue

And following red it still turn heads, put me in a position to make some bread

Now everybody everywhere bobbing they head, thanks to you God bless the dead

Put me on tapes with freestyle flows, sitting on crates and sipping on fo’s

Only the real Shorty Mac, Big Moe and A.C.T. you know I love you bro

I’m missing my dog I miss my friend, I never thought it would come to the end

Blaze on buttons they chop and spin, everybody running up when you come in

DJ Screw and Z-Ro the Crooked, to another level you know we took it

If they wanted a show 25 could book it, when the drama got on us you know we

shook it

My reason for rhyme is you my dog, and I’ma forever stay true my dog

Gotta represent that blue eye dog, Robert Davis is who my dog

All my success and all my exposure, you came from a square metal soldier

Po’ing up the drank then smoke the doja, when my album blew up you said I told

ya

You showed me the game simple and plain, my one and only dog

Guess I’ma meet you at the crossroads, till I die S.U.C. gon haul

R.I.P. to DJ Screw, hold it down is what we do

Blue Impala coming through, real niggas kept it true

Gripping through the Southside, leaving hoes mouth wide

Po’ing up and showing up, rolling in that buck hide

But now you gone, can’t call your phone can’t call your home

I’m in a zone, steady ripping soul through microphones

Mayn it’s on, cause you know your nigga got your back

Ripping shit on platinum tracks, C-Note still ain’t having that

S.U.C., freestyles from P-A-T

We would sip all night, until we fell asleep

Fellow when you died, you know it got the best of me

But I’ma still work hard, for your legacy

Try to not let it worry me, my niggas mean the world to me

Say what’s up to Pac and Gator, I’m repping till they bury me

It’s official, until I meet again with my nizzles

I’ll be in the Benz rolling kin, that’s for shizzle

S.U.C. we still gon ball, DJ Screw I miss you dog

In the studio with C-Note, and that Will-Lean out that Botany Boys

You know how we do we collide on tracks, po' up fo’s and record on dats

Reminiscing bout the old times, plus a nigga still thinking bout Pat

All we got and still roll on, can’t stop gotta stroll on

Telling your mama to stay strong, this is a sad song

I’m crying now because I can’t hold back, Dead End-Wreckshop

Screwed Up Click-Laf Tex, trying to get this platinum plack

Even tax keep haunting me, the devil’s standing tall as me

Trying to take my soul from me, but I got that Screw and that go with me

(*talking*)

I love you Screw, I’ll see you when I get there at the crossroads

For the 2K3 we showing up cuz, S.U.C. to the top and one love

I’ma wreck it and check it and do it all in they face, Lil' Trae blue-grey with

tears on my face

Cause I miss you dog I can’t cope, the day you left was the day my heart broke

Screw-U I gotta ride till I go, mob united for cash everybody know

And I’ma say so if you wanna ask me, body rocking and still crawling on 3's

Slowed down and this for all of my G’s, Big Mello, Mafio and P-A-T

Nevertheless stress on my chest in the black rain, why me dog I hate to feel

pain

I guess that’s why I be known to maintain, right hand to the man I’ma rep the

name

To the fullest Flip and Z-Ro, H-A-Dub-K, Note and Big Moe

Po-Yo and all the rest of the click, like Al-D say down South we the shit

Guerilla Maab gon mob for L-I-F-E, touch the mic and I’ma make em respect me

Get me a plack if the game let me, R.I.P. until the game take me

To Young 0−3 can you feel my pain, same old G stuck in the same old game

Over crumb situations that would stay in the rain, underground Hall of Fame

gotta feel me mayn

This one here dedicated to the Don that’s gone, true blue partna still holding

on

Reminisce think back get high and blown, that Worldwide Players put you in zone

Way back making tapes freestyling in, got it bad took chance start pimping pens

Blowing smoke in the wind steady setting trends, at the pad acting bad started

fast and thin

Screw you the Don man I miss you cuz, pray everynight for eternal love

Make a sing at the cross send it to the sky, and see the vision of you above

Friend like you I ain’t never had, 'spired a young G to go get the cash

All night in the lab with the gift of gab, put it on my mind that it’s the time

to mash

Now the whole world screwed all because of you, Dat Boy Grace and L.O.S.

gon kee it true

Turning heads rolling blue giving boys the flu, holding down the crown to

reunite with you

G to the R-A-C to the E, S.U.C. feel the V-E-T

Grey dub tape wreckers in '93, more than a DJ he was family

One love to my cuz I’ll be thinking of ya, forever and a day send down I love ya

Straight up baby, G-R-A-C-E L-O-S we love ya

Can’t even express the pain, that I’m feeling now dog

Tears fall, everytime I got to write one of these songs

Everybody gotta go P-A-T, Lil' Gator

Mafio, Michael, Theus, Pat Lemon and Mello

I’m like damn, who’s gon be next

They wonder why I sleep and creep, with a vest and two techs

My haters pray, for my downfall

For the love of DJ Screw, I continue to ball

Just hopped off lockdown, and H.A.W.K. killing this shit

Pok' still the Hardest Pit, Ke' the Don of the click

We out here going platinum, straight up shitting on niggas

You can smile, cause you made it all happen my nigga come on

This is for my DJ, S-C-R-E-W

The whole Screwed Up Click loving you, until I die I’ma thug for you

Like Eryka Badu, S.U.C. we getting big

Please do’t get it twisted kid, Will-Lean the Chemist will flip your lid

I did my bid and bring the pain, every city state I scream your name

Rep the game when my weapon dang, cock back and disconnect your brain

I’m holding it down for Texas mayn, coast to coast with this Texas gang

Show em how to stretch the caine, DJ Screw’s a legend mayn

I ain’t playing, Robert Earl shocked the world

With skills more valuable, than rocks and pearls

It’s the Chemist trick and I’m in this shit, S.U.C. to the finish bitch

Botany’s still independent bitch, S.U.C. to the end of this shit uh

(*Ronnie Spencer*)

Fly away hmmmm, rest in peace baby