Текст песни Send Him Our Love (Joe Budden) с переводом

Listen, if you listen to this it’s evidence you tryin to figure out if I’m due

Or maybe somebody told you I’m that dude

Or maybe you one of the few that disagree with me

And got your own views about who’s really that dude

Well, the South movement got ten months left

And come Valentine’s Day the game will merge to the West

And I feel it’s absurd that the East is the sellin the less

Screamin 'New York. New York', the pioneers supposed to be the best

You blame it on the vets for our current state of the game

They won’t retire, so the generation just remain the same

A bunch of opportunists that was given opportunity

To make a difference in music but gave no opportunity

Nothing new or fresh, it’s just the same ass sound

Same old producers, with the same ass sound

Up and coming artists got identity crisis

Cause whenever you you, the labels turn you away

But when you me you think of a way

To cast the criticism aside, get on a track, say what the fuck you wanna say

The radio’s goin to play, whatever the listeners say they should

And not what the listeners say they should, indeeed they should

Indeed I should, SMACK a few niggas like Suge!

But then there they’ll blackball me

And that’s a long story, no crossover so I wrote the Crossover

But if the album sell out, I’d be considered a sellout

The fans keep asking, 'When's the album going to come out?'

Ask your local execs, I’m out

(*echo*)

We call this one «Send Him Our Love»

Rest in peace to Stack Bundles

I still recall

A sad café

How it hurt so bad to see her cry

I didn’t want to say goodbye

Uh

I know you up there doin it big

(DJ ON POINT)

Look, what up Ray? Was speechless, I ain’t know what to say

Got the call like at 8 AM, with Nate saying

You had passed away, I’m like why niggas stay playing?

Your MySpace page playing, it started my day aching

It hit me like a tumor, felt like it was too soon to

Thought it was a rumor, until it wasn’t a rumor

Can’t believe that it’s over

But if God called you, I ain’t even mad at him, he must’ve needed a soldier

I was like your mentor, you was like my friend, nah

When I seen you, I would treat you like my kin and more

We used to scream 'fuck these niggas!' like Tim Dog

You was the only rap nigga I would fend for

Was fiending for beats, stuck between your dream and the streets

You just wanted to be seen as elite

Cause you loved Far Rock like I love Jersey, so I feel ya

But love something too much, guarantee it’ll kill ya

For real a

Send her my love

Memories remain

Send her my love

Roses never fade

Send her my love

Memories remain

Send her my—

Send her my love

You nah mean? I remember we

Was in the studio doing, doing «You Know What’ll Happen»

It was me, you and Cau (you know what’ll happen)

You told me to keep my verses sixteen

I said, «You know I can’t do that!»

I went ahead and gave 'em mad bars, you was mad as fuck

You went and tried to stretch your shit out, I wasn’t having it though, nigga

Look, Riot Squad keep your head up

Remember we would diss each other on tracks, laugh about it when we met up

I’m looking in your casket, praying a nigga get up

For a minute, I couldn’t help but think that you was set up

No matter who you are, you got to answer when the Lord calling

I told you go and fuck with Jimmy, that’s before «Ballin»

Go get your cash right, hard to slow down livin the fast life

I just heard you on Flex show last night

Like was it old beef or was you gettin stuck up?

A line outside your funeral, Ran was really fucked up

And I was too but the difference is

I was more in awe at the ignorant value of life that living gets

Pulled the burner on you, but you fought that dude

I read the paper, it said the pigs caught that dude

It’s sad another black man, taken by a black hand

Was your last night in the club, we could have saved your last dance

God damn!

Send her my love

Memories remain

Send her my love

Roses never fade

Send her my love

Memories remain

Send her my—

Send her my love

I remember like

I remember we was in Cancun

That was my first time out there in Cancun

Me and you was rollin together

You talkin about 'where the bitches, where the bitches, where the bitches at?'

Like nigga I don’t know, you supposed to be «The Gorgeous Gangsta»

Don’t ask me nothin, I don’t speak no Spanish

I love you nigga

I know the kids really need you

I keep telling 'em, Pac wanted to sign you and Big wanted to see you

Pun wanted to cypher

L wanted you to bring some of that good kush up and get a little higher

Go and help Jam Master Jay get the crowd hyper

Or maybe Freaky Tah switched up and needed a writer

Maybe Aaliyah single up there and need a rider

Know you and Rick James would set the studio on fire

You in a better place up there at the pearly gates

You could be «The Gorgeous Gangster» and niggas won’t hate

Some niggas tapped the bottle, pour out a little Hennessy

I’m in the clouds, screamin «Squad Up» in your memory

Send her my love

Memories remain

Send her my love

Roses never fade

Send her my love

Memories remain

Send her my—

Send her my love

I remember when you called me that day, I think you was in Far Rock

And you had some bitch in your car and your car broke down

And you called me talkin about

'Do I got AAA and shit?'

I’m like 'nah, but at least that answer your question'

And you like 'what question?'

I’m like 'well, I just heard a song of yours

Talking about you wanted to know why she won’t stay with you

And she want go ride with a G'

Haha, I love you nigga

Uh, and rest in peace