Screens Falling

Screens falling from the sky (yeah)

Boys swangin' on those (uh-huh) low pro Vogues

We sunnyside, for life (yeah)

Candy on my 'four, I'm so throwed

It feels 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 shawty will 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 swangin' on those low pro Vogues

We sunnyside for life

Candy on my 'four, I'm so throwed

And you can find me in a parkin' lot

Parkin' a drop, hop in the X-5

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're spinnin'

Or maybe it's just a liquor I'm sippin', and got me feelin' like

I can't be taken lightly, 'cause I've 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 don't move it 'til I say so

I 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 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 'til they die, it ain't no stoppin' 'em

Screens falling from the sky

Boys swangin' on those low pro Vogues

We sunnyside for life

Candy on my 'four, I'm so throwed

I don't give a fuck, 'cause we some hustler

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 every time you piss out brew

Tomahawk, show these niggas your tattoo

While we bang screwed Erykah Badu

Knock-knock, pop trunk on the boulevards

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

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

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

Screens falling from the sky

Boys swangin' on those low pro Vogues

We sunnyside for life

Candy on my 'four, I'm so throwed