Satelite Niggar lyrics
[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 enemie
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