[Intro: Big Syke & KMG]
*laughing*
Shit
Yeah
Yeah
Syke daddy, Syke daddy, above the law
Beam me up, Beam me up
Yeah
The only thing on earth
That can find a satellite n***a
Is a black superman
Above The Law

[Verse 1: KMG]
See I dwell in the land where nobody else could understand
How I feel the need to increase my speed
I keep my shit on potent while I'm floatin' 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, (Straight up)
On the low rider town
Chop a chicken deal wid it
Satellite 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 (Straight up)
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
[Chorus:]
Satellite n***as gotta ball
While the willies lay and pray for our downfall
We slide worldwide, rollin' memorizing
Cookie hungry hoes keep despising

[Verse 2: Big Syke]
Remember me I got KI's comin' from overseas
Ain't no fleas around these clockin' Gs
From LA to North Carolina you will find a
Satellite n***a big wheeler with all kinda
Rem-edies to kill poverty inflation level
Street degrees O.G.'s, 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 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
Satellite n***as

[Chorus:]
Satellite n***as gotta ball
While the willies lay and pray for our downfall
We slide worldwide, rollin' memorizing
Cookie hungry hoes keep despising
Satellite n***as gotta ball
While the willies lay and pray for our downfall
We slide worldwide, rollin' memorizing
Cookie hungry hoes keep despising
[Verse 3: Big Hutch AKA Cold187um]
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
With fifteen chickens in the trunk
Ready to get my ends ready to dump
Do y'all remember 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 it's gotta be
Yo smooth like Goldie
Mack like Billy D
Because satellite 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 fuckin' on the internet
Yo, so keep your game sugar free
Like the black superman satellite 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 bitch
And I'm out.... Syke daddy, Above the Law y'all
[Chorus:]
Satellite n***as gotta ball
While the willies lay and pray for our downfall
We slide worldwide, rollin' memorizing
Cookie hungry hoes keep despising
Satellite n***as gotta ball
While the willies lay and pray for our downfall
We slide worldwide, rollin' memorizing
Cookie hungry hoes keep despising