(feat. Ayana, Coast)    [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    [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, 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    [Chorus]    [Verse 3: SPM]  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    [Chorus]