SPM - Screens Falling Lyrics

[Chorus:]Screens Falling from the skyBoys swing in all thoseLil' throwed folksWe sunny side, for lifeCandy on my '4, I'm so throwed.[Verse 1: South Park Mexican]It feel good givin' back to the hoodI'm tryin' to make up for all the dope I cook& for all the dope fiends I woop.Remember my first gun? I almost shot my footSurrounded by crackheads. I would wonder?Will a nigga ever make it out this gutter?Cops would come, all of us would runThere was 9 of us, they couldn't catch oneGood old days, I won't forgetWhile I write on this laptop in this jetWith the Universal Records President& they say everything I doI'm the first mexicanAin't no love & ain't no peace, broMy 12 gauge shotty will makeYour chest look like a pizzaThings I do, I'm a goddamn foolI'm puttin' 17 strip dancers all through school.[Chorus:]Screens Falling from the skyBoys swing in all thoseLil' throwed folksWe sunny side, for lifeCandy on my '4, I'm so throwed.[Verse 2: Coast]& you can find me in a parkin' lotParkin' a drop, hop in the X5That's my SUV, yes myNext time I pull up &Some of that old crazy shitI will roll down my windows & got7 inches for the radiusMaybe it's the attention that I'm gettin'When they spinnin' or maybeIt's the liqour that I'm sippin'& got me feelin' likeI can't be taken lightlyCause I been poppin' pillsSo you ain't gon' like meI might be distributin' llelloPut you on my payrollSupply you with a birdBut you don't move it 'til I say soMake sure you don't takeNo money out from under meCause I'm the type of playerThat's gonna run up in your companyDon't trust me 'cause I never soberUsually I'm gone off for thatPink or Purple sodaYou better move overI'm not far from vomitin'Los & Coast's the shitBut still that diet ain't no stoppin' him.[Chorus:]Screens Falling from the skyBoys swing in all thoseLil' throwed folksWe sunny side, for lifeCandy on my '4, I'm so throwed.[Verse 3: South Park Mexican]I don't give a fuck 'causeWe some hustlaz, friends we once wasNow I once blood, scratchin' on my 6That's somethin' that a bitch'll doI'll bet you squat down everytime you piss out brewTomahawk, show these niggas your tattooWhile we bang Screw, Erykah BaduKnock knock, pop trunk on the boulevarde.How the fuck you gon' act like your pussy's hard?Once again, S.P. Man, true killerFuck talkin' bitch, show me what to do niggaRepresenter, bow before you enterThere's a reward for a man that can find my temperSick & tired of you jealous ass bitches.Send you to hell & you can call me long distanceDont't run your mouth homeboy, you ain't deep enoughGet on your phone & go & call some more people up.[Chorus:]Screens Falling from the skyBoys swing in all thoseLil' throwed folksWe sunny side, for lifeCandy on my '4, I'm so throwed.