Screens Falling

Screens falling from the sky

Boys swinging on those lil' throwed folks

We sunny side, for life

Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed

It feel good, giving back to the hood

I'm trying to make up for all the dope I could

And for all the dope fiends I would

Remember my first gun, I almost shot my foot

Surrounded by crackheads, I would wonder

Will a **** ever make it out this gutter?

Cops would come, all of us would run

It was nine of us, they couldn't catch one

Good ol' days, I won't forget

While I write on this laptop in this jet

With the Universal Records president

And the say everything I do I'm the first Mexican

Ain't no love, and 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

Screens falling from the sky

Boys swinging on those lil' throwed folks

We sunny side, for life

Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed

And you can find me in the parking lot

Parking a drop, hop up in the X5

That's my SUV, yes ma

Next time I pull up in some of that old crazy shit

Everywhere I'm rolling, got 10 inches for the radius

Maybe it's the attention I'm getting when they spinnin'

Or maybe it's just the liquor I'm sippin' that got me feeling like

I can't be taken lightly

'Cause I've been popping pills

So you ain't gon' like me, I might be

Distributin' yay-yo, put you on my payroll

Supply you with a bird, but you don't move it till I say so

Make sure you don't take no money out from under me

'Cause I'm the type of playa that's gon' run up in your company

Don't trust me, cause they never sober

Usually I'm gone off of that pink or purple soda

You better move over, I'm not far from vomiting

Los and Coast's and shit, but still that diet ain't no stoppin' him

Screens falling from the sky

Boys swinging on those lil' throwed folks

We sunny side, for life

Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed

I don't give a fuck, cuz, we some hustlas

Friends we once was, now I wants blood

Scratching up my 6, that's something a bitch'll do

I bet you squat down every time you piss out brew

Tomahawk, show these **** your tattoo

While we bang, screw Erykah Badu

Knock-knock, pop trunk on the boulevard

How the fuck you gon' act like you pussies hard?

Once again, S-P Man, true killer

Fuck talking bitch, show me what it do, ****

Representer, bow before you enter

There's a reward for the man that can find my temper

Sick and tired of you jealous ass bitches

Send you to hell and you can call me long distance

Don't run your mouth, homeboy, you ain't deep enough

Get on your phone, go on, call some more people up

Screens falling from the sky

Boys swing in on those lil throwed folks

We sunny side, for life

Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed