Screens Falling
South Park Mexican Lyrics


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[Chorus:]
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: South Park Mexican]
It feel good givin' back to the hood
I'm tryin' to make up for all the dope I cook
& 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 9 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
& they say everything I do
I'm the first mexican
Ain't no love & ain't no peace, bro
My 12 gauge shotty make your chest look like a pizza
Things I do, I'm a goddamn fool
I'm puttin' 17 strip dancers all through school.

[Chorus:]
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 2: Coast]
& you can find me in a parkin' lot
Parkin' a drop, hop in the X5
That's my SUV, yes my
Next time I pull up &
Some of that old crazy shit
I will roll down my windows & got
7 inches for the radius
Maybe it's the attention that I'm gettin'
When they spinnin' or maybe
It's just the liquor that I'm sippin'
& 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 distributin' llello
Put you on my payroll
Supply you with a bird
But you don't move it 'til I say so
Make sure you don't take
No money out from under me
'Cause I'm the type of player
That's gonna run up in your company
Don't 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 vomitin'
Los & Coast's the shit
But still that diet ain't no stoppin' him.

[Chorus:]
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 3: South Park Mexican]
I don't give a fuck 'cause
We some hustlaz, friends we once was
Now I once blood, scratchin' on my 6
That's somethin' that a bitch'll do
I'll bet you squat down 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 your pussy's hard?
Once again, S.P. Man, true killer
Fuck talkin' bitch, show me what to do nigga
Representer, bow before you enter
There's a reward for the man that can find my temper
Sick & tired of you jealous ass bitches.
Send you to hell & you can call me long distance
Dont't run your mouth homeboy, you ain't deep enough
Get on your phone & go & call some more people up.

[Chorus:]
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.

Overall Meaning

The song "Screens Falling" by South Park Mexican talks about his past and present life in the hood. The chorus "Screens falling from the sky, boys swingin' on them, lil' throwed folks. We sunny side for life, candy on my '4, I'm so throwed" talks about the lifestyle that he currently lives, where he's always driving around with candy on his car's rims and enjoying life. In the first verse, he looks back at his past and how he was surrounded by crackheads, and cops would always come around running to catch one of them. However, he doesn't forget the good old days, and now writing on his laptop on a jetplane with the Universal Records President. In the second verse, Coast talks about his life in the present, where he's driving his SUV around with the music blasting from his car, popping pills and sipping liquor, and dealing with drug distribution. In the third verse, South Park Mexican talks about how he is a hustler and the attitude that he has in the hood, where he takes no bullshit from anyone and is a true killer.


Overall, the song talks about the different lifestyles in the hood, past and present. The song celebrates the "throwed" life that people aspire to have in the hood, with their cars, rims, and candy. And yet, it also acknowledges the struggles and hardships that people face in the ghetto.


Line by Line Meaning

Screens Falling from the sky
There's chaos all around me.


Boys swing in all those Lil' throwed folks
People are acting out of character, unable to hold themselves together.


We sunny side for life
We will always stay positive and hopeful.


Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed.
I'm driving high and chilling out, enjoying life's simple pleasures.


It feel good givin' back to the hood
I am doing my best to make up for past mistakes.


I'm tryin' to make up for all the dope I cook
I'm working hard to make amends for the drugs I used to sell.


& for all the dope fiends I woop.
I regret the harm that my former clients experienced as a result of their addictions.


Remember my first gun? I almost shot my foot
I have a dangerous past, and only by luck am I alive today.


Surrounded by crackheads. I would wonder?
I grew up in difficult circumstances, surrounded by drug addiction.


Will a nigga ever make it out this gutter?
I had moments of desperation and despair, questioning whether I could escape the poverty and violence around me.


Cops would come, all of us would run
I have experienced multiple encounters with law enforcement, often leading to dangerous chases.


There was 9 of us, they couldn't catch one
Our group had a sense of solidarity and managed to evade capture.


Good old days, I won't forget
I look back on my past with nostalgia, recognizing that despite its hardships, it was a simpler time.


While I write on this laptop in this jet
I have achieved success beyond my wildest dreams, and now live a life of abundance.


With the Universal Records President
I have achieved fame and fortune through my music.


& they say everything I do I'm the first mexican
I am proud to be a trailblazer, representing my culture and paving the way for future generations.


Ain't no love & ain't no peace, bro
I recognize that the world is a chaotic and difficult place.


My 12 gauge shotty make your chest look like a pizza
I come from a violent world and have seen terrible things.


Things I do, I'm a goddamn fool I'm puttin' 17 strip dancers all through school.
I recognize that some of my actions are questionable, but I am also using my wealth to do good in the world.


And you can find me in a parkin' lot Parkin' a drop, hop in the X5 That's my SUV, yes my
I am living a lavish lifestyle, enjoying the fruits of my labor.


Next time I pull up & Some of that old crazy shit I will roll down my windows & got 7 inches for the radius
I have a sense of pride and swagger, intimidating others with my presence.


Maybe it's the attention that I'm gettin' When they spinnin' or maybe It's just the liquor that I'm sippin'
I enjoy the attention that comes with fame, but recognize that drinking is a coping mechanism for the stresses of my life.


& got me feelin' like I can't be taken lightly Cause I been poppin' pills So you ain't gon' like me
My drug use has created a sense of invincibility and defensiveness, leading me to believe that others are out to get me.


I might be distributin' llello Put you on my payroll Supply you with a bird But you don't move it 'til I say so
I am still involved in the drug trade, but I am operating at a higher level, with employees and supply chains.


Make sure you don't take No money out from under me 'Cause I'm the type of player That's gonna run up in your company
I am ruthless and will protect my profits at all costs.


Don't trust me 'cause I never sober Usually I'm gone off for that Pink or Purple soda
I am not a reliable or trustworthy person, given my addiction and dependence on drugs.


You better move over I'm not far from vomitin' Los & Coast's the shit But still that diet ain't no stoppin' him.
I am aware of my health challenges and addictive tendencies, but I continue to indulge in excess.


I don't give a fuck 'cause We some hustlaz, friends we once was Now I once blood, scratchin' on my 6
I am loyal to my past friends, but I recognize that our lives have gone in different directions.


That's somethin' that a bitch'll do I'll bet you squat down everytime you piss out brew
I am dismissive of those who I perceive as weak or inferior.


Tomahawk, show these niggas your tattoo While we bang Screw, Erykah Badu Knock knock, pop trunk on the boulevarde.
I am proud of my tattoos and my affiliation with certain musical genres and cultures.


How the fuck you gon' act like your pussy's hard? Once again, S.P. Man, true killer
I have a reputation as a tough and violent person, and I am quick to throw down when challenged.


Fuck talkin' bitch, show me what to do nigga Representer, bow before you enter
I am confident in my abilities and expect others to show respect and deference.


There's a reward for the man that can find my temper Sick & tired of you jealous ass bitches.
I have a hot temper and will lash out at those who cross me. I struggle with trust and envy towards others.


Send you to hell & you can call me long distance Dont't run your mouth homeboy, you ain't deep enough Get on your phone & go & call some more people up.
I am quick to threaten and intimidate others, and I view myself as more powerful and influential than others around me.




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on Mexican Radio

Corrected - thanks Angel

Angel


on Mexican Radio

The song "Mexican Radio" by South Park Mexican is an autobiographical song that reflects his journey from a street thug to a successful rapper. The song starts with him giving a shout out to his homies at the radio station, and then SPM brags about his success, like cruising in roll Cadillacs, smoking weed, and losing two grand shooting craps at a casino. He then talks about his old friend who is in jail and asks for his three kids to look after. He describes the friends routine in jail, "wake up at 5 AM for fruit loops, draped in white overalls and black boots". SPM talks about his life on the streets, from running around town with a sack of rocks to wearing matching polo shirts with socks. He promises his mom that he'll grow up someday and become an astronaut.

In the chorus, SPM proudly declares that he's on the Mexican radio and repeats it several times. The second verse starts with him talking about his dad, who represents Texas and how his haters are just jealous of his success. He then talks about hustling and making money through bird flipping, and how everybody knows that his back is not dry. He reveals that his life is like a tumbleweed, and he's trying to dodge death and jail. He also mentions his car's muffler falling out and how people laughed at him. In the third verse, SPM brags about his wealth, buying cribs on the side of lakes, and having a waterproof gun while swimming. He asks the reverend to pray for him when he dies, and he amusingly counts his car's TVs, which are 11. The song ends with SPM giving another shout out to his buddies and his signature sign off.

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