Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Satellite Radio, artist - Dilated Peoples. Album song 20/20, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Satellite Radio |
Fuck the minors, this here’s the major leagues |
Where more chicks call you «Papi» than Dave Ortiz |
Stand in the booth, barely at ease |
Right shoulder 'gainst the wall 'til my rhymes release |
Sharpest beats, broadcast from Jupiter |
Got boots on, now we know Bush is Lucifer |
First thing you learn is the hardest to forget |
First thing you learn you just a artist in debt |
(Listen up) Unheard of in rap, I arrived on time again |
Call me Ev but don’t call me after 9 P. M |
Wordplay sharp like clippers line my bangs |
Wordplay sharp like Lil Jon’s fangs |
Wherever we go, remain on point |
And I master rap music every day like Tom Coyne |
2−4-7 flow sick like cancer sticks |
All I want from rap is one of the fancy chicks (believe that) |
Bank accounts, couple cribs, couple whips |
The funniest shit, this money’s legit |
You bet I bounce, couple kids, couple dips, couple ounce |
American supersized in large amounts |
Don’t look down, Evidence I rap at you (straight at you) |
Paint visuals that’s spit-tacular |
Catch my frequencies, suckers never play me though |
Bendin C.A., I’m satellite radio |
We lost Shaq to the Heat like we put a match to it |
Debatin if Kobe’s righteous or if the cat’s Judas |
And Rakaa’s about action, you can react to it |
Droppin science like a bad student (nah) like a grad student |
Media reigns like a meteor shower |
Claimin the love of God and put your feet on the flowers |
Off to Hollywood, makin sure the streets have the power |
On the roof of the Avalon with the bead on the tower |
And they never heard the click-clack, alibi |
I was back in Tokyo snackin on banana Kit-Kats |
Or Amsterdam in Dampkring tryin to twist back |
Rap vigilante revenge over these thick tracks |
Heavenly glow with the heavyweight flow |
Like Atlas with the globe, trial of strength with the globe |
Addin pages to passports, we stay on the go |
Rollin with cats that really run L.A. on the low |
Where models are like winter kids playin with snow |
Where poor pray to get rich and rich prey on the po' |
Transmittin, suckers never playin me though |
Hit city, L.A., C.A., satellite radio |