Screens Falling

[Chorus:] Screens Falling from the sky Boys swing in all those Lil' throwed folks We sunny side for life Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed. [Verse 1: South Park Mexican] It feel good givin' back to the hood I'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 foot Surrounded by crackheads. I would wonder? Will a nigga ever make it out this gutter? Cops would come, all of us would run There was 9 of us, they couldn't catch one Good old days, I won't forget While I write on this laptop in this jet With the Universal Records President & They say everything I do I'm the first mexican Ain't no love & ain't no peace, bro My 12 gauge shotty make your chest look like a pizza Things I do, I'm a goddamn fool I'm puttin' 17 strip dancers all through school. [Chorus:] Screens Falling from the sky Boys swing in all those Lil' throwed folks We sunny side for life Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed. [Verse 2: Coast] & You can find me in a parkin' lot Parkin' a drop, hop in the X5 That's my SUV, yes my Next time I pull up & Some of that old crazy shit I will roll down my windows & got 7 inches for the radius Maybe it's the attention that I'm gettin' When they spinnin' or maybe It's just the liquor that I'm sippin' & Got me feelin' like I can't be taken lightly Cause I been poppin' pills So you ain't gon' like me I might be distributin' llello Put you on my payroll Supply you with a bird But you don't move it 'til I say so Make sure you don't take No money out from under me 'Cause I'm the type of player That's gonna run up in your company Don't trust me 'cause I never sober Usually I'm gone off for that Pink or Purple soda You better move over I'm not far from vomitin' Los & Coast's the shit But still that diet ain't no stoppin' him. [Chorus:] Screens Falling from the sky Boys swing in all those Lil' throwed folks We sunny side for life Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed. [Verse 3: South Park Mexican] I don't give a fuck 'cause We some hustlaz, friends we once was Now I once blood, scratchin' on my 6 That's somethin' that a bitch'll do I'll bet you squat down everytime you piss out brew Tomahawk, show these niggas your tattoo While we bang Screw, Erykah Badu Knock knock, pop trunk on the boulevarde. How the fuck you gon' act like your pussy's hard? Once again, S.P. Man, true killer Fuck talkin' bitch, show me what to do nigga Representer, bow before you enter There's a reward for the man that can find my temper Sick & tired of you jealous ass bitches. Send you to hell & you can call me long distance Dont't run your mouth homeboy, you ain't deep enough Get on your phone & go & call some more people up. [Chorus:] Screens Falling from the sky Boys swing in all those Lil' throwed folks We sunny side for life Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed.