Social Club Misfits - Cafe Con Leche (Mocha Joe's Theme) lyrics

[Hook: Rey King] Get you some Cafe con Leche! Cafe con leche, cafe con leche, cafe con leche Yeah, yeah Cafe con leche, cafe con leche, cafe con leche Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: F.E.R.N] We just finished another album It's no pressure, we did it like, "Wooh" Spit it like nobody, no, y'all can't get it like, "Wooh"! No lobby, no hallway, no corridor Dig it I'm up in the buildin' This here is that different, that street life mixed up with the father of children I told em' that Social Club, music for misfits Exactly, that piece of the culture that's missing Trying to put people in better positions Cause the flows been mean for a long time, dig it? For those payin' attention, this way past the henchmen I'm down in the trenches, down in the trenches! But y'all play it safe, still sittin' on benches For the love of my children I spit out a verse thankin' God that he listens Without his conviction I'd probably be missin' His role in my life is the reason I'm spittin' To my father above who I give recognition, I'm nothing without Him I know it's amazing to hear such a flow givin' Jesus the honor [Hook] [Verse 2: Fernie] My wife is Italian, my father's Boricua, my mother's from Brooklyn This flow is a mixture of life through the eyes of the blocks that I grew in Six Eight and Douglas, roam through them streets like nobody could touch us And we did it to d**h, 'till d**h came knockin' and took one of my brothers Me, I did my time I came home, realized there were changes to be made Got married, had a son and daughter And I say that to say you get perks when you behave Me, I'm more than grateful Tellin' the whole world through a song what grace do They wanna drag my name through the mud, what they do But I'm only here to listen to what my God say too So you're approval for me I'm not able to compare to eternal life vs. your cable Don't let me come through and flip your tables It's Fern from that, you already know what they do Fern fog on rappers I replay See me in your city, got merch in the briefcase Built our own brand, two thumbs in the interface Favor ain't fair, don't know how we get a taste [Hook]