Текст песни South Park Mexican (SPM) f Ayana, Coast - Screens Falling
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[Chorus: Ayana]Screens falling from the skyBoys swing in all thoseLil` throwed folksWe sunny side, for lifeCandy on my `4, I`m so throwed[Verse 1: SPM]It feel good givin back to the hoodI`m tryin to make up for all the dope I cookAnd for all the dope fiends I woopRemember my first gun? I almost shot my footSurrounded by crackheads, I would wonder?Will a nigga ever make it out this gutter?Cops would come, all of us would runThere was nine of us, they couldnt catch oneGood old days, I wont forgetWhile I write on this laptop in this jetWith the Universal Records PresidentAnd they say everything I doI`m the first mexicanAint no love and aint no peace, broMy 12 gauge shotty will makeYour chest look like a pizzaThings I do, I`m a goddamn foolI`m puttin seventeen strip dancers all through school[Chorus][Verse 2: Coast]And you can find me in a parkin lotParkin a drop, hop in the X5Thats my, SUV, yes maNext time I pull up andSome of that old crazy shitI will roll down my windows and gotSeven inches for the radiusMaybe its the attention that I`m gettinWhen they spinnin, or maybeIt`s the liqour that I`m sippinAnd got me feelin likeI cant be taken lightlyCause I been poppin pillsSo you aint gon` like meI might distributing llelloPut you on my payrollSupply with a birdBut you dont move it till I say soMake sure you dont takeNo money out from under meCause I`m the type of playerThats gonna run up in your companyDont trust me, cuz I never soberUsually I`m gone off for thatPink or Purple sodaYou better move overI`m not far from vomitingLos and Coast`s the shitBut still that diet aint no stoppin him[Chorus][Verse 3: SPM]I dont give a fuck, cuzWe some hustlaz, friends we once wasNow I once blood, scratchin on my sixThats somethin that a bitch`ll doI`ll bet you squat down everytimeEverytime you piss out brewTomahawk, show these niggas your tattooWhile we bang screw, Erykah BaduKnock knock, pop trunk on the boulevardeHow the fuck you gon` act like you pussies hard?Once again, S-P Man, true killerFuck talkin bitch, show me what to do niggaRepresenter, bow before you enterTheres a reward for a man that can find my temperSick and tired of you jealous-ass bitchesSend you to hell and you can call me long distanceDont`t run your mouth homeboy, you aint deep enoughGet on your phone and go and call some more people up[Chorus]