8ball - Coffee Shoppe lyrics

[Redman Talking] You are now, witnessing, the effects of the BUDDHA! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo [Redman] Redman kick through your door Liquidated then I come through your pores Think the track is bleedin' get at the gauze Mix, fidgit, 'fore I rip it in four's Look at my face, you can tell that I'm slick The blunt, excersize, 10 in the clip Y'all n***as ready for the un-conterfit? D-O, dot, bee-bo, tuck in your sh** That bogus holder of the sticky dolja Got me appearing on the wanted poster It's like when your body get caught on rotor's Wnen I snap like strings through boat motors My kitchen fridge look like Jeffery Dahmer's Boys screamin' for mama from the drama My hunger for hip-hop got my gun up Yo EightBall, hit the marijuana [EightBall] Yeah, yeah EightBall blazin' the hay Inhale a pound almost every day Real playas run the game that they play That's why I'm doin' it the playa way I say dope lines potent and real Showin' sk**s all my homies can feel Smile let you see the name on my grill Cut the track up let me show you the deal I be twisted with that Redman We get it all, cookin' dope makin' bread man I got the Eagle full of hollow tip lead man Hear what I said man? Can all that weak noise I write, busta go and get your little weak boys You know what bring a player joy? Playin' with them Glock toys See I avoid all s**as trippin' Full of liquor, actin' like a bunch of women lippin' Interested in what I be grippin' Dippin' in the Benz zippin' Pa** all you haters fakin' Runnin' round seein' real players imitatin' Breakin' concentration, all up in my situation Hay blazin' Chorus: Get y'all sh** together Coffee Shoppe we with whatever EightBall stay high forever Yo Doc, keep it tucked under my leather We here to keep the party live Smoke hay till we chinky eyed Wanna brawl? We can meet outside Red and Ball be down to ride [Redman Talkin] Yo, yo, look around you mothaf**ers It's a hip-hop holocaust Yeah, you just found the right superheroes to take care of that sh** Mothaf**er [EightBall] Head rush and green stinky Feelin' like a niga dropped a mickey Drink up the Hen and watch me get tipsy Who wanna ride with me, 160 Up and down 48 trackin' Ski mask, kick in doors in, straight beat jackin' Ball battin' rhymes all in your skull crackin' Actin' like I got a problem that's heavy to me Smokin' brothers like a dooby in a gangsta movie MC's turn stank like a old lady coochie Ball and Red be all up in your sh** So deep that it be damn near permanent So authentic you can tell it from counterfeit Who wanna hit of the purest Coffee Shop crop Guaranteed to be bomb to the last drop Ball and Red keep it stone like Bedrock We keep it hot [Redman] Yo I'm raunchy the blackout mode I snatch cheese that your mousetrap hold Yo, who f**s ya baby? Hey Kojak knows my flows, Kodak Couldn't hold that pose Wow Goofy playin' tough in the streets Blue collar MC's suffer the heat Until I reach the isosceles heat Right angle better, double your sleeve I'm just a black nation wide singer Cops lookin' for Red, but can't arraign us You need more than lion trainers to tame us Famous for cuffin' mics with 5 fingers That's why I walk so distorted Any form of hash aborted Word so superb it'll turn to herb if you snort it 50 sack and a nick can vouch for it We keep it critical If you hardcore spit it out, out, out, out Doc who be arousin' police My underground funk be plowin' the streets So if you claimin' you the best MC Bring your arm over here and handcuff me We battle till the cattle learn to speak Cross examine me, I'm straight up framed! Chorus X2