| Shit, yeah
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| Yeah, beam me up
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| The only thing on earth
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| That can find a satelite nigga
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| Is a black superman
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| (Above The Law)
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| See I dwell in the land where nobody else can understand
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| How I feel the need to increase my speed
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| I keep my shit on potent while I’m ignoring
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| Punk motherfuckas, KMG, westcoastin'
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| Do what I’ma have tos
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| So you can catch the essence of this black brother
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| Caught up in the rapture
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| I bend a corner in the mist, (Str8 up)
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| On the low rider town
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| Chop a chicken deal wid it
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| Satelite niggas, all up in ya home town
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| Cultivatin' and waitin' to put this California grind down
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| Yeah and it just don’t stop
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| Got that S on my chest
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| And my five hundred out the shop
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| Laced wit twenties livin', lovely
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| Indo to drug me
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| Beverley rats to rub me
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| And I think that I’ll never go legit
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| Long as, California keep pushin' that bomb shit
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| Hook:
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| Satelite niggas gotta ball
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| While the willies lay and pray for our downfall
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| We slide worldwide, rollin' memorising
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| Cookie hungry hoes keep despizing
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| Verse 2: Big Syke
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| Remember me I got kis comin' from overseas
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| Ain’t no fleas around these clockin' Gs
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| From LA to North Carolina you will find a
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| Satelite nigga big wheeler wid all kinda
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| Rem-edies to kill poverty inflation level
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| Street degrees to Gs, congratulations to several
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| Thug scholars we honor cause you made it out baller
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| Street clout, fuck what they talkin' about, shot callers
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| We need, to kill the greed of the starvin' youth
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| Substitute game from loot and what you plan to shoot
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| The stupid niggas get disciplined, but listen when
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| Incarcerated hated enemies in the state pen
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| Evil grin on faces all day cases evolve
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| So they’ll never solve, high speed chases
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| Better paces is near, have no fear in your eyes
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| Keep praying to the skies for the prize
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| Satelite niggas
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| Hook (2x)
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| Now I’ma take y’all back like some ole school Parliament shit
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| Like rollin' Zenith and doin' small time licks
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| Picture this, I was on the highway
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| Wid fifteen chickens in the trunk
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| Ready to get my endz ready to dump
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| Do y’all remeber when that jeep was thirteen five
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| When we had just setup shop out Lil Rock
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| We did the double back flip that shit easy
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| Then we took some homies up to Detroit
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| And some down to Tennessee
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| Cause that’s the way its gotta be
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| Yo smooth like Goldie
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| Mack like Billy D
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| Because satelite niggas come in all shapes and sizes
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| Big like Willy tall like high risers
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| Rollin' stretch 5 double Os, pimpin' L-dogs
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| Blowin' smoke on them 20-inch mo mos
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| I asked the homies what’ll be next
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| They already pimpin' and fuckin' on the internet
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| Yo, so keep your game sugar free
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| Like the black superman satelite nigga O-G, uh
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| And ya don’t stop
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| Yo, I say, and ya don’t quit
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| Yeah, in this life this
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| It don’t take nuthin' for me to play a bitch
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| And I’m out… Above the Law y’all
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| Hook (2x) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Satellite Niggaz , by - Big Syke. Song from the album Soldiers on Soil, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп