Huey Newton by Xali Lyrics
They told me, be less vicious
My nigga what?
Diggin' ditches with deep diction
Two motherfucks, metal fork or MILF stickin'
One mother stuck my sex game so flow gifted
That's different strokes no strokes jokes, Gary Coleman
I terry the numb, the torment from this cold land
Chase the dough man, see a poor man
Never hold the whole hand
*Steal from a dome, feel assault at your whole hand?*
More demented than predicted
The bad seas sprung among a field of born Christians
I'm Moses as a baby, distract by a casket
Downside of the basket, chasing after this bad shit
Pass this, reminisce it, when you pass piff
Blue dreams, seeing sad scenes from my last hit
Coupe niggas told me get they ass and they cash quick
Make profit for pussy and profit pussy and packaging
That might be some STD's passed with it
Nigga, keep it moving. Don't trust her pass for shit
Still, we stay real. No silicone in the syllables
Steady sucking simple balls, sealed down by silly hoes
Navy seal in your phonebook, get your hoe took
See she psychotic in the closet, get your dome shook
Call it no look
Xali, no hook
I'm from the motherland, killing slave masters by my brothers hand
Let the slave beat ride nigga
The house servants whose purpose is just to hide triggers
All through the masters house when they ram shack
Feeling in the air, like a lick behind a gram sack
Broke dealers stuck up on the corner smoking half they owe
That addiction to deep hits taking half they soul
Xali, aggressive action
Soul flows so tactical
Chaotic invasion, we lack control
Mentally we pick cotton
This rebellion is an option
Cotton
Higher knowledge
Cotton kush for your conscious
Bart Simpson explicit with a nappy motherfucking fade
Choked out from tucking J
Farmed out my fucking brain
What a shame homies
My brain turns insane in the contained lonely
Couple niggas told me they gon' put it on me like Janoby
Niggas reside where hoes be
One of you bitches show me
Still waitin' my nigga
My nigga what?
Diggin' ditches with deep diction
Two motherfucks, metal fork or MILF stickin'
One mother stuck my sex game so flow gifted
That's different strokes no strokes jokes, Gary Coleman
I terry the numb, the torment from this cold land
Chase the dough man, see a poor man
Never hold the whole hand
*Steal from a dome, feel assault at your whole hand?*
More demented than predicted
The bad seas sprung among a field of born Christians
I'm Moses as a baby, distract by a casket
Downside of the basket, chasing after this bad shit
Pass this, reminisce it, when you pass piff
Blue dreams, seeing sad scenes from my last hit
Coupe niggas told me get they ass and they cash quick
Make profit for pussy and profit pussy and packaging
That might be some STD's passed with it
Nigga, keep it moving. Don't trust her pass for shit
Still, we stay real. No silicone in the syllables
Steady sucking simple balls, sealed down by silly hoes
Navy seal in your phonebook, get your hoe took
See she psychotic in the closet, get your dome shook
Call it no look
Xali, no hook
I'm from the motherland, killing slave masters by my brothers hand
Let the slave beat ride nigga
The house servants whose purpose is just to hide triggers
All through the masters house when they ram shack
Feeling in the air, like a lick behind a gram sack
Broke dealers stuck up on the corner smoking half they owe
That addiction to deep hits taking half they soul
Xali, aggressive action
Soul flows so tactical
Chaotic invasion, we lack control
Mentally we pick cotton
This rebellion is an option
Cotton
Higher knowledge
Cotton kush for your conscious
Bart Simpson explicit with a nappy motherfucking fade
Choked out from tucking J
Farmed out my fucking brain
What a shame homies
My brain turns insane in the contained lonely
Couple niggas told me they gon' put it on me like Janoby
Niggas reside where hoes be
One of you bitches show me
Still waitin' my nigga