Coffee Shoppe - 8Ball, Redman

You are now, witnessing, the effects of the BUDDHA!

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

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 niggas ready for the un-conterfit?

D-O, dot, bee-bo, tuck in your shit

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

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' skills 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 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'

Get y’all shit 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

Yo, yo, look around you mothafuckers

It’s a hip-hop holocaust

Yeah, you just found the right superheroes to take care of that shit

Mothafucker

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 shit

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

Yo

I’m raunchy the blackout mode

I snatch cheese that your mousetrap hold

Yo, who fucks 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!