Crumble The Satellite

[Verse 1: Paul Wall] You can buy real shit, but you can't buy real And just cause your shirt say it, that don't make you trill They don't love you 'till you dead or gone to jail And when you're free, they the ones praying that you fail We'll see who call Al Rucker for my bail And who call 2-2-2 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 ongoing sale Free Rich The Factor, that's a true whale You don't appreciate heaven 'til you 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 are male I think I hit it on the nail Doctor Oz say Kush is better for you than kale Crumble up the satellite, time to cure my ails [Hook: Devin Tha Dude] Yeah, yeah Crumbling, satellite Crumbling, satellite [Verse 2: Curren$y] In my lane strong, Karl Malone Jazzy, little something with me, with her mind blown Word is bond, my cologne lingers, she remembers Shakin' underneath my fingers, but paper is my mission Gettin' it, yeah, but I’m tryin' to continue this Grind time consumin', but you get out it, whatever you put into it That’s true shit When I come through without the roof Chunk a deuce and ask, "what it do?" A whole lot, girl Yeah, you're right, crumble up that satellite And we gon' pull a heist tonight Assassins on motorbikes I kill the beat that precise Always feel a little bit better after I smoke and ride I’m not going home Outsiders stand outside, catch me in my low-rider Look in my eyes, you see a whole empire My niggas ain’t on yo' side Zodiac killer, dollar signs Mind bendin' cookin' rhymes in the dope kitchen Got em all gettin' high [Hook: Devin Tha Dude] Yeah, yeah Crumbling the satellite, yeah Crumbling the satellite, yeah [Verse 3: 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 resistance Jumping fences, with my, grass As I, dash, hauling ass, to Denver With a thirty pound stash in the back What’s that? sheeeeeit, this that satellite Gettin' high, as a kite Watch me pass by you like, zoom (It’s a bird… fuck… it’s a plane) It’s a nigga smokin' Mary Jane, devein, divine Whatever, you call it, but long as you call me it’s fine Cause I want to smoke me a muthafuckin pound of this satellite Cause I ain’t never comin' down, ever [Hook: Devin Tha Dude] Crumbling the satellite, yeah Crumbling the satellite, yeah