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Tytuł: Coffee shoppe

  • Wykonawca: Eightball
  • Wy¶wietleń: 321

  
   [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 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