Above The Law - Satelite n***az lyrics

[Syke talking] *laughing* sh**, yeah Yeah, beam me up The only thing on earth That can find a satelite n***a 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 sh** on potent while I'm ignoring Punk motherf**as, 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 n***as, 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 sh** Hook: Satelite n***as 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 n***a big wheeler wid all kinda Rem-edies to k** poverty inflation level Street degrees to Gs, congratulations to several Thug scholars we honor cause you made it out baller Street clout, f** what they talkin' about, shot callers We need, to k** the greed of the starvin' youth Substitute game from loot and what you plan to shoot The stupid n***as 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 n***as Hook(2x) Verse 3: Now I'ma take y'all back like some ole school Parliament sh** 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 sh** 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 n***as 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 f**in' on the internet Yo, so keep your game sugar free Like the black superman satelite n***a 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 b**h And I'm out.... Above the Law y'all Hook (2x)