Paul Wall - Crumble The Satellite lyrics

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Ft. Devin The Dude & Curren$y

(Verse: Paul Wall)

Ya can buy real shit but ya can't buy real

And just cause yo shirt say it, that don't make ya trill

They don't luv ya til' ya dead or gone to jail

And when yo free, they the ones prayin' that ya fail

We'll see who call el ruca for my bail

And who call 222 tips with the tail

Only god knows and he won't tell

They say real friends are just a tale

A myth, a legend told too well

I learned the hard way, loyalty is an on goin' sale

Free Rich The Factor, that's a true whale

Ya don't appreciate heaven till ya go through hell

A white cup is my holy grail

My cup full but I ain't had my fill

I got old bread but it ain't stale

And these Johnny Dang diamonds, they ain’t come from Zales

Most bitches in the world I'm at

I think I hit it on the nail

Doctor Oz say kush is betta for ya than care

Crumble up the satellite, time to cure my hells

(Hook: Devin Tha Dude)

Yeah, yeah

Crumblin', satellite

Crumblin', satellite

(Verse 2: Curren$y)

In my lane strong, Paul Malone

Jeezy left sum' with me with our mind blown

Word is fine, my cologne linger, she remember

Shakin' underneath my fingers

Her paper is my mission

Gettin' it, yeah, but I'm tryin' to continue

This prime time consumin', what you get out it

Whatever you put into, with that true shit

When I come through without the roof

Chunk-a-deucin' next what it do

A whole a lot, girl, yeah, you right

Crumble up that satellite

We gon' pull a heist tonight, assassins on motor bikes

I kill the beat, that precise

Always feel a lil bit betta after I smoke alright

I'm not goin' home, outside the stand

Outside, catch me in my lone rider

Lookin' in my eyes, you see a whole empire

My niggas ain't on yo side

Zodiac killa, dolla signs

My business, cook the rhymes in the dope

Push 'em, gather out, get 'em high

Hell...

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Devin Tha Dude)

High again, like the wind, I don't need no Vicodin

Or vitamins, for Marijuana, corners I try to bend

And I got friends who get just as high as I do

To smoke an ounce a day is natural, I don't have to try to

Having weed is vital to my life existence

Try and take it from me, it's resistence, jumpin' fences

With my grass, as I dash, hawlin' ass to Denver with a third pound stash in the back

It's that satellite, gettin' high as a kite, watch me pass by these lights

(Pew, pew pew, pewwww, it's a plane, it's a kite)

It's a nigga smokin' Mary Jane, Devane Devon

Whateva you call Malone, you call me is fine

Cause I want to smoke me a muthafuckin' pint of this satellite

Cause I ain't neva comin' down

(Hook)

Thanks to Mike for correcting these lyrics