Coffee Shoppe
Исполнитель: Eightball f Redman
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[Redman Talking]<br>You are now, witnessing, the effects of the BUDDHA!<br>Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo<br><br>[Redman]<br>Redman kick through your door<br>Liquidated then I come through your pores<br>Think the track is bleedin` get at the gauze<br>Mix, fidgit, `fore I rip it in four`s<br>Look at my face, you can tell that I`m slick<br>The blunt, excersize, 10 in the clip<br>Y`all niggaz ready for the un-conterfit?<br>D-O, dot, bee-bo, tuck in your shit<br>That bogus holder of the sticky dolja<br>Got me appearing on the wanted poster<br>It`s like when your body get caught on rotor`s<br>Wnen I snap like strings through boat motors<br>My kitchen fridge look like Jeffery Dahmer`s<br>Boys screamin` for mama from the drama<br>My hunger for hip-hop got my gun up<br>Yo EightBall, hit the marijuana<br><br>[EightBall]<br>Yeah, yeah<br>EightBall blazin` the hay<br>And hella pound almost everyday<br>Real playas run the game that they play<br>That`s why I`m doin` it the playa way<br>I say, dope rhyme`s, potent and real<br>Showin` skills all my homies can feel<br>Smile at you see the name on my grill<br>Cut the track up let me show you the deal<br>I be twisted with that Redman<br>We get it all, cookin` dope makin` bread man<br>I got the Eagle full of hollow tipped lead man<br>Hear what I said man?<br>Can all that weak noise<br>I write, busta go and get your little weak boys<br>You know what bring a player joy?<br>Playin` with them glock toys<br>See I avoid all suckas trippin`<br>Full of liquor, actin` like a bunch of women lippin`<br>Interested in what I be grippin`<br>Dippin` in the Benz zippin`<br>Pass all you haters fakin`<br>Runnin` round seein` real players imitatin`<br>Breakin` concentration, all up in my situation<br>Hay blazin`<br><br>Chorus: <br>Get y`all shit together<br>Coffee Shoppe we with whatever<br>EightBall stay high forever<br>Yo Doc, keep it tucked under my lever<br>We here to keep the party live<br>Smoke hay till we chinky eyed<br>Wanna brawl?<br>We can meet outside<br>Red and Ball be down to ride<br><br><br>[Redman Talkin]<br>Yo, yo, look around you mothafuckers<br>It`s a hip-hop holocaust<br>Yeah, you just found the right superheroes to take care of that shit<br>Mothafucker<br><br>[EightBall]<br>Head rush and green stinky<br>Feelin` like a niga dropped a mickey<br>Drink up the Hen and watch me get tipsy<br>Who wanna ride with me, 160<br>Up and down 48 trackin`<br>Ski mask, kick in doors in, straight beat jackin`<br>Ball battin` rhymes all in your skull crackin`<br>Actin` like I got a problem that`s heavy to me<br>Smokin` brothers like a dooby in a gangsta movie<br>MC`s turn stank like a old lady coochie<br>Ball and Red be all up in your shit<br>So deep that it be damn near permanent<br>So authentic you can tell it from conterfit<br>Who wanna hit of the purest Coffee Shoppe crop<br>Guaranteed to be bomb to the last drop<br>Ball and Red keep it stone like Bedrock<br>We keep it hot<br><br>[Redman]<br>Yo<br>I`m ? the blackout mode<br>I snatch cheese that your mousetrap hold<br>Yo, who fucks ya baby?<br>Hey Kojack knows my flows, Kodak<br>Couldn`t hold that pose<br>Wow<br>Goofy playin` tough on the streets<br>Blue collar MC`s suffer the heat<br>Until I reach the isosoles heat<br>Right angle better, double your sleeve<br>I`m just a black nation wide singer<br>Cops lookin` for Red, but can`t arraign us<br>You need more than lion trainers to tame us<br>Famous for cuffin` mics with 5 fingers<br>That`s why I walk so distorted<br>Any form of harsh aborted<br>Word so superb it`ll turn to herb if you snort it<br>50 sack and a nick can vouch for it<br>We keep it critical<br>If you hard core spit it out, out, out, out<br>Doc who be arousin` police<br>My underground funk be plowin` the streets<br>So if you claimin` you the best MC<br>Bring your arm over here and handcuff me<br>We battle till the cattle learn to speak<br>Cross examine me, I`m straight up framed!<br><br>Chorus X2