Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Screens Falling, artist - SPM. Date of issue: 05.11.2001
Song language: English
Screens Falling |
| Screens falling from the sky |
| Boys swing in all those |
| Lil’throwed folks |
| We sunny side, for life |
| Candy on my '4, I’m so throwed |
| 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 |
| There was nine of us, they couldnt catch one |
| Good old days, I wont 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 |
| Aint no love and aint 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 |
| And you can find me in a parkin lot |
| Parkin a drop, hop in the X5 |
| Thats my, SUV, 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 its the attention that I’m gettin |
| When they spinnin, or maybe |
| It’s the liqour that I’m sippin |
| And got me feelin like |
| I cant be taken lightly |
| Cause I been poppin pills |
| So you aint gon’like me I might distributing llello |
| Put you on my payroll |
| Supply with a bird |
| But you dont move it till I say so Make sure you dont take |
| No money out from under me Cause I’m the type of player |
| Thats gonna run up in your company |
| Dont trust me, cuz I 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 shit |
| But still that diet aint no stoppin him |
| I dont give a fuck, cuz |
| We some hustlaz, friends we once was |
| Now I once blood, scratchin on my six |
| Thats somethin that a bitch’ll do |
| I’ll bet you squat down everytime |
| Everytime you piss out brew |
| Tomahawk, show these niggas your tattoo |
| While we bang screw, Erykah Badu |
| Knock knock, pop trunk on the boulevarde |
| How the fuck you gon’act like you pussies hard? |
| Once again, S-P Man, true killer |
| Fuck talkin bitch, show me what to do nigga |
| Representer, bow before you enter |
| Theres 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 aint deep enough |
| Get on your phone and go and call some more people up |