Eightball (8Ball)

Eightball (8Ball) - Coffee Shoppe lyrics

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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 niggaz 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

 [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 shit 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 chinky eyed
 Wanna brawl?
 We can meet outside
 Red and Ball be down to ride


 [Redman Talkin]
 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

 [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 shit
 So deep that it be damn 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 snatch cheese that your mousetrap hold
 Yo, who fucks 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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