Screens Falling Lyrics - Never Change - South Park

[Chorus: Ayana] 

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 

[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 

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 

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[Chorus] 

[Verse 2: Coast] 

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, 'cause 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 

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[Chorus] 

[Verse 3: SPM] 

I dont give a fuck, 'cause 

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 

[Chorus]