| Screens falling from the sky
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| Boys swangin' on those
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| Low pro Vogues
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| We sunny side, for life
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| Candy on my '4, I’m so throwed
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| It feel good givin back to the hood
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| I’m tryin to make up for all the dope I cook
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| And for all the dope fiends I woop
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| Remember my first gun? |
| I almost shot my foot
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| Surrounded by crackheads, I would wonder?
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| Will a nigga ever make it out this gutter?
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| Cops would come, all of us would run
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| There was nine of us, they couldn’t catch one
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| Good old days, I won’t forget
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| While I write on this laptop in this jet
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| With the Universal Records President
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| And they say everything I do
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| I’m the first mexican
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| Ain’t no love and ain’t no peace, bro
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| My 12 gauge shotty will make
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| Your chest look like a pizza
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| Things I do, I’m a goddamn fool
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| I’m puttin seventeen strip dancers all through school
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| And you can find me in a parkin lot
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| Parkin a drop, hop in the X5
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| Thats my, SUV, yes ma
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| Next time I pull up and
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| Some of that old crazy shit
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| I will roll down my windows and got
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| Seven inches for the radius
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| Maybe its the attention that I’m gettin
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| When they spinnin, or maybe
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| It’s the liqour that I’m sippin
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| And got me feelin like
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| I can’t be taken lightly
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| Cause I been poppin pills
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| So you ain’t gon' like me
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| I might distributing llello
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| Put you on my payroll
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| Supply with a bird
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| But you dont move it till I say so
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| Make sure you dont take
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| No money out from under me
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| Cause I’m the type of player
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| Thats gonna run up in your company
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| Dont trust me, cuz I never sober
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| Usually I’m gone off for that
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| Pink or Purple soda
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| You better move over
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| I’m not far from vomiting
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| Los and Coast’s the shit
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| But still that diet ain’t no stoppin him
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| I dont give a fuck, cuz
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| We some hustlaz, friends we once was
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| Now I once blood, scratchin on my six
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| Thats somethin that a bitch’ll do
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| I’ll bet you squat down everytime
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| Everytime you piss out brew
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| Tomahawk, show these niggas your tattoo
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| While we bang screw, Erykah Badu
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| Knock knock, pop trunk on the boulevarde
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| How the fuck you gon' act like you pussies hard?
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| Once again, S-P Man, true killer
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| Fuck talkin bitch, show me what to do nigga
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| Representer, bow before you enter
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| Theres a reward for a man that can find my temper
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| Sick and tired of you jealous-ass bitches
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| Send you to hell and you can call me long distance
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| Dont’t run your mouth homeboy, you ain’t deep enough
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| Get on your phone and go and call some more people up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Screens Falling , by - SPM. Song from the album Best of the Best, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп