[Chorus: Ayana]
Screens falling from the sky
Boys swangin' on those
Low pro Vogues
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 n***a 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 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
[Chorus: Ayana]
Screens falling from the sky
Boys swangin' on those
Low pro Vogues
We sunny side, for life
Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed

[Verse 2: Coast]
And you can find me in a parkin' lot
Parkin' a drop, hop in the X5
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 spinnin', or maybe
It's just a liqour I'm sippin'
And got me feelin' like
I can't be taken lightly
'Cause I 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 dont move it till I say so
I make sure you don't take no
Money out from under me
'Cause I'm the type of player
Thats gonna run up in your company
Dont trust me, Cost 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
Till they die, it ain't no stoppin' 'em
[Chorus: Ayana]
Screens falling from the sky
Boys swangin' on those
Low pro Vogues
We sunny side, for life
Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed

[Verse 3: SPM]
I dont give a fuck, cuz, we some hustlas
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 everytime you piss out brew
Tomahawk, show these n***as your tattoo
While we bang screwed Erykah Badu
Knock-knock, pop trunk on the boulevarde
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 n***a
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
Dont't run your mouth homeboy, you ain't deep enough
Get on your phone and go and call some more people up

[Chorus: Ayana]
Screens falling from the sky
Boys swangin' on those
Low pro Vogues
We sunny side, for life
Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed