Lirik Lagu Screens Falling - South Park Mexican
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[Chorus: Ayana]Screens falling from the skyBoys swing in all thoseLil' throwed folksWe sunny side, for lifeCandy on my '4, I'm so throwed
[Verse 1: SPM]It feel good givin back to the hoodI'm tryin to make up for all the dope I cookAnd for all the dope fiends I woopRemember 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 nine of us, they couldnt catch oneGood old days, I wont forgetWhile I write on this laptop in this jetWith the Universal Records PresidentAnd they say everything I doI'm the first mexicanAint no love and aint no peace, broMy 12 gauge shotty will makeYour chest look like a pizzaThings I do, I'm a goddamn foolI'm puttin seventeen strip dancers all through school
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Coast]And you can find me in a parkin lotParkin a drop, hop in the X5Thats my, SUV, yes maNext time I pull up andSome of that old crazy shitI will roll down my windows and gotSeven inches for the radiusMaybe its the attention that I'm gettinWhen they spinnin, or maybeIt's the liqour that I'm sippinAnd got me feelin likeI cant be taken lightlyCause I been poppin pillsSo you aint gon' like meI might distributing llelloPut you on my payrollSupply with a birdBut you dont move it till I say soMake sure you dont takeNo money out from under meCause I'm the type of playerThats gonna run up in your companyDont trust me, cuz I never soberUsually I'm gone off for thatPink or Purple sodaYou better move overI'm not far from vomitingLos and Coast's the shitBut still that diet aint no stoppin him
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: SPM]I dont give a fuck, cuzWe some hustlaz, friends we once wasNow I once blood, scratchin on my sixThats somethin that a bitch'll doI'll bet you squat down everytimeEverytime you piss out brewTomahawk, show these niggas your tattooWhile we bang screw, Erykah BaduKnock knock, pop trunk on the boulevardeHow the fuck you gon' act like you pussies hard?Once again, S-P Man, true killerFuck talkin bitch, show me what to do niggaRepresenter, bow before you enterTheres a reward for a man that can find my temperSick and tired of you jealous-ass bitchesSend you to hell and you can call me long distanceDont't run your mouth homeboy, you aint deep enoughGet on your phone and go and call some more people up
[Chorus]
[Verse 1: SPM]It feel good givin back to the hoodI'm tryin to make up for all the dope I cookAnd for all the dope fiends I woopRemember 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 nine of us, they couldnt catch oneGood old days, I wont forgetWhile I write on this laptop in this jetWith the Universal Records PresidentAnd they say everything I doI'm the first mexicanAint no love and aint no peace, broMy 12 gauge shotty will makeYour chest look like a pizzaThings I do, I'm a goddamn foolI'm puttin seventeen strip dancers all through school
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Coast]And you can find me in a parkin lotParkin a drop, hop in the X5Thats my, SUV, yes maNext time I pull up andSome of that old crazy shitI will roll down my windows and gotSeven inches for the radiusMaybe its the attention that I'm gettinWhen they spinnin, or maybeIt's the liqour that I'm sippinAnd got me feelin likeI cant be taken lightlyCause I been poppin pillsSo you aint gon' like meI might distributing llelloPut you on my payrollSupply with a birdBut you dont move it till I say soMake sure you dont takeNo money out from under meCause I'm the type of playerThats gonna run up in your companyDont trust me, cuz I never soberUsually I'm gone off for thatPink or Purple sodaYou better move overI'm not far from vomitingLos and Coast's the shitBut still that diet aint no stoppin him
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: SPM]I dont give a fuck, cuzWe some hustlaz, friends we once wasNow I once blood, scratchin on my sixThats somethin that a bitch'll doI'll bet you squat down everytimeEverytime you piss out brewTomahawk, show these niggas your tattooWhile we bang screw, Erykah BaduKnock knock, pop trunk on the boulevardeHow the fuck you gon' act like you pussies hard?Once again, S-P Man, true killerFuck talkin bitch, show me what to do niggaRepresenter, bow before you enterTheres a reward for a man that can find my temperSick and tired of you jealous-ass bitchesSend you to hell and you can call me long distanceDont't run your mouth homeboy, you aint deep enoughGet on your phone and go and call some more people up
[Chorus]
