Testo Satelite niggaz Big Syke

Satelite niggaz

f/ Above the Law

[Syke talking]

*laughing*

Shit, yeah

Yeah, beam me up,

The only thing on earth,

that can find a satelite nigga

is a black superman

(Above The Law)

Verse 1:

See I dwell in the land where nobody else can understand

How I feel the need to increase my speed

I keep my shit on potent while I'm ignoring,

Punk motherfuckas, KMG, westcoastin'

Do what I'ma have tos,

So you can catch the essence of this black brother

Caught up in the rapture,

I bend a corner in the mist, (Str8 up)

On the low rider town

Chop a chicken deal wid it

Satelite niggaz, all up in ya home town

Cultivatin' and waitin' to put this California grind down

Yeah and it just don't stop,

Got that S on my chest

And my five hundred out the shop

Laced wit twenties livin', lovely

Indo to drug me,

Beverley rats to rub me,

And I think that I'll never go legit

Long as, California keep pushin' that bomb shit

Hook:

Satelite niggaz gotta ball,

While the willies lay and pray for our downfall,

We slide worldwide, rollin' memorising

Cookie hungry hoes keep despizing

Verse 2: Big Syke

Remember me I got kis comin' from overseas,

Ain't no fleas around these clockin' Gs

From LA to North Carolina you will find a,

Satelite nigga big wheeler wid all kinda

Rem-edies to kill poverty inflation level

Street degrees to Gs, congratulations to several

Thug scholars we honor cause you made it out baller,

Street clout, fuck what they talkin' about, shot callers

We need, to kill the greed of the starvin' youth

Substitute game from loot and what you plan to shoot

The stupid niggas get disciplined, but listen when,

Incarcerated hated enemies in the state pen

Evil grin on faces all day cases evolve

So they'll never solve, high speed chases

Better paces is near, have no fear in your eyes

Keep praying to the skies for the prize,

Satelite niggaz

Hook(2x)

Verse 3:

Now I'ma take y'all back like some ole school Parliament shit

Like rollin' Zenith and doin' small time licks

Picture this, I was on the highway

Wid fifteen chickens in the trunk,

Ready to get my endz ready to dump

Do y'all remeber when that jeep was thirteen five

When we had just setup shop out Lil Rock

We did the double back flip that shit easy

Then we took some homies up to Detroit,

And some down to Tennessee,

Cause that's the way its gotta be

Yo smooth like Goldie,

Mack like Billy D,

Because satelite niggaz come in all shapes and sizes

Big like Willy tall like high risers,

Rollin' stretch 5 double Os, pimpin' L-dogs

Blowin' smoke on them 20-inch mo mos

I asked the homies what'll be next,

They already pimpin' and fuckin' on the internet,

Yo, so keep your game sugar free

Like the black superman satelite nigga O-G, uh

And ya don't stop,

Yo, I say, and ya don't quit,

Yeah, in this life this

It don't take nuthin' for me to play a bitch

And I'm out.... Above the Law y'all

Hook (2x)