Eightball & MJG 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____z ready for the un-conterfit?
            D-O, dot, bee-bo, tuck in your s___
            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
            And hella pound almost everyday
            Real playas run the game that they play
            That's why I'm doin' it the playa way
            I say, dope rhyme's, potent and real
            Showin' skills all my homies can feel
            Smile at 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 tipped 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 suckas trippin'
            Full of liquor, actin' like a bunch of women lippin'
            Interested in what I be grippin'
            Dippin' in the Benz zippin'
            Pass all you haters fakin'
            Runnin' round seein' real players imitatin'
            Breakin' concentration, all up in my situation
            Hay blazin'
        
            Chorus:
            Get y'all s___ together
            Coffee Shoppe we with whatever
            EightBall stay high forever
            Yo Doc, keep it tucked under my lever
            We here to keep the party live
            Smoke hay till we c____y eyed
            Wanna brawl?
            We can meet outside
        
            Red and Ball be down to ride
        
            [Redman Talkin]
            Yo, yo, look around you m________ers
            It's a hip-hop holocaust
            Yeah, you just found the right superheroes to take care of that s___
            m________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 s___
            So deep that it be d___ near permanent
            So authentic you can tell it from conterfit
            Who wanna hit of the purest Coffee Shoppe 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 ? the blackout mode
            I s_____ cheese that your mousetrap hold
            Yo, who f___s ya baby?
            Hey Kojack knows my flows, Kodak
            Couldn't hold that pose
            Wow
            Goofy playin' tough on the streets
            Blue collar MC's suffer the heat
            Until I reach the isosoles 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 harsh 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 hard core 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
        
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