Текст песни Too Hott (Southside Playaz) с переводом

R.I.P., uh to the P-A-T, we love you baby

We gon miss you

P-A-T, rest in peace baby

Everybody knows, it wasn’t your time to go

Much love and we’ll never forget you, P-A-T

Now you in a better place, with G-O-D

The deep memories, won’t stop going through my mind

Wishing we could parlay, just one more time

It make a G start crying, just like lil' baby

To see his partna come on, heart goes to the T. Lady

And the rest of your family, especially Lil' Fat Pat fool

So rest in peace my partna, and that’s from Mr. 3−2

I never thought I had to write this song, for P-A-T

We gon miss you playa while you gone, you went I’m all alone

Staring at the memories, in the back of my mind

Comparing all the miseries, trapped in time

And in this rhyme ain’t enough lines, to explain how I feel

We gon miss you P-A-T, my partna kept it real

And this whole ordeal, is worth more than it seems

Like a worst nightmare, living our ghetto dreams

These streets are too hot, too hot baby

These streets are hot, hot, hot

We gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade

Too hot, too hot lately

Too many my partnas, gone to early graves

You couldn’t understand my mind’s, on a whole nother level

I’m in the church every Sunday, trying to dodge the devil

I’m a rebel, with a worthy cause

I’m trying to shine, in a world that wants to see me crawl

That’s why it hurts, that Fat Pat had to take a fall

It ain’t fair, but we gotta keep our faith in God

Took in his prime such a vicious crime, we been robbed

I’ll fulfill your ghetto dreams Lil' O gon ball, he’d want that

Bet your mama tears trying to get us, see God got eyes

You can’t give a man life, so why you gon take a man out

P-A-T, S.U.C., gon make that dream come true

Worldwide on the map, dedicated to you

And Lord knows we gon miss you, ain’t no fronting or faking

At least now you ain’t gotta see, all this hating

Much love homie, from the whole H-Town

You brought peace to the Click, and it’s gon still go down

We won’t stop, but baby you was so close to the top

I couldn’t wait for you to drop, so we could body rock

But our God, is a jealous one

And when he wanna kick it with you, time will get done

It was just like yesterday, we was making Screws

And to tell you the truth, you got the whole world raising roof

And to my G’s before I pass, you never know

Mash for your paper, your homie Clay-Doe, P-A-T

We was just getting off of dancing, body rocking the stage

I done turned the damn page, seen the hurts and the gauge

Trunks pop tops drop, wide body on colors

Laid back on butter, watch my 18's stutter

I confess I’m a mess, so much pain in my chest

Wanna test my beef threats, hole put you to rest

F-A no way, I could ever forget

Put your tape in the deck, and bounce bounce to it

Ain’t no way in hell, I’ma deal with that

You took all of me, when you took Mr. Fat Pat

Took the body that we see, but his soul is in me

I’ma live his ghetto dreams, through Lil' P-A-T

Southside to the playas, don’t die

Only multiply, with paper in our eye

And don’t worry baby, I’ma keep all this under control

But I miss getting blowed thoed, in the studio

Living in this ghetto, while days are getting shorter

Reminiscing bout my partna, make the pain even harder

The time that we spent, getting bent paying dues

Dusk to dawn, into the morn' making Screws

On the cool, we gotta use it as a stepping stone

And really think, who the ones they stepping on

Like a throne you’ll be known, as a living legend

Fat Pat rest in peace, cause all G’s go to heaven

I’m too hot to drop, you marks must of forgot

I’ve been blessed with success, it ain’t no taking my spot

Fakers plot ands scheme, but I’m living they dream

P-A-T and Lil' Ke, the real Freestyle Kings

We use to take it up break it up, on screwed up dubs

Body rocking Southside, hands up in the club

But I still got love, and I’ma complete the mission

Rest in peace, from the whole Commission

F-A-T, you was the realest to me

And ain’t nobody, stopping what was meant to be

See all your ghetto dreams, is gonna come to life

I’ma keep you in my prayers, everyday and every night

Affiliated playas, gots to keep shocking

And Mr. Grand Papi, gon keep they body rocking

Open up they eyes, so the world could see

The Southside’s, gonna keep grinding for you P-A-T

Picture me rolling, from coca beaming Southside holding

So clean four 18's, knocking all side molding

Can’t stand it can’t handle it, I’m hurting god damn it

Of these niggas crew ways, on this bullshit planet

Called Earth since birth, the things that we been through

Rest assure through me, your ghetto dreams’ll come true

Never knew it would happen, it was at least state of shock

But as long as I’m here, they gon still body rock

You don’t stop Wreckshop, we gon still drop top

Neon lights at night, when the damn trunks pop

Bounce bounce to this, you will certainly be missed

As I sit back and reminisce, with our kin folk Chris

I hear your voice in the wind, as the nights get colder

Lil' Pat and the family, they gon ride on my shoulder

I told you it’s before, and that’s the way it’s gon be

Bro I love you dream of you, forever P-A-T

And I’m talking bout the Southside

Stop killing eachother, baby

Yeah, well well well, oh-oooh-oh-oooh-oh-oooh

Well well, thou shall not kill baby, yeah

Oooooooh-oooh

Get up on your grind, and the people stop hating

Stop haaaa-ting (so hot baby)