Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Satellite Niggaz (feat. Above the Law), artist - Big Syke. Date of issue: 08.07.2008
Song language: English
Satellite Niggaz (feat. Above the Law) |
| Shit, yeah |
| Yeah, beam me up |
| The only thing on earth |
| That can find a satelite nigga |
| Is a black superman |
| (Above The Law) |
| 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 niggas, 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 niggas 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 niggas |
| Hook (2x) |
| 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 niggas 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) |