Screens Falling

Lyrics

[Chorus: Ayana] Screens falling from the sky Boys swangin' on those Low pro Vogues We sunny side, for life Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed [Verse 1: SPM] It feel good givin' back to the hood I'm tryin' to make up for all the dope I cook And 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 It was nine 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 And they say everything I do I'm the first mexican Ain't no love and ain't no peace, bro My 12 gauge shotty will make Your chest look like a pizza Things I do, I'm a goddamn fool I'm puttin' seventeen strip dancers all through school [Chorus: Ayana] Screens falling from the sky Boys swangin' on those Low pro Vogues We sunny side, for life Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed [Verse 2: Coast] And you can find me in a parkin' lot Parkin' a drop, hop in the X5 That's my SUV (Uh-uh), yes, ma Next time I pull up and Some of that old crazy shit I will roll down my windows and got Seven inches for the radius Maybe it's the attention I'm gettin' When they spinnin', or maybe It's just a liqour I'm sippin' And 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 distributing llello I put you on my payroll Supply you with a bird But you dont move it till I say so I make sure you don't take no Money out from under me 'Cause I'm the type of player Thats gonna run up in your company Dont trust me, Cost ain't never sober Usually I'm gone off for that Pink or purple soda You better move over I'm not far from vomiting Los and Coast's the sippers Till they die, it ain't no stoppin' 'em [Chorus: Ayana] Screens falling from the sky Boys swangin' on those Low pro Vogues We sunny side, for life Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed [Verse 3: SPM] I dont give a fuck, cuz, we some hustlas Friends we once was, now I once blood Scratchin' on my six, 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 screwed Erykah Badu Knock-knock, pop trunk on the boulevarde How the fuck you gon' act like you pussies hard? Once again, S-P Mane true killer Fuck talkin', bitch, show me what it do nigga Representer, bow before you enter There's a reward for a 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 Dont't run your mouth homeboy, you ain't deep enough Get on your phone and go and call some more people up [Chorus: Ayana] Screens falling from the sky Boys swangin' on those Low pro Vogues We sunny side, for life Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed