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[Featuring Redman]
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[Redman Talking]
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You are now witnessing the effects of the BUDDHA!
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Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
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[Redman]
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Redman kick through your door
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Liquidated then I come through your pores
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Think the track is bleedin' get at the gauze
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Mix fidgit 'fore I rip it in four's
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Look at my face you can tell that I'm slick
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The blunt excersize 10 in the clip
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Y'all niggaz ready for the un conterfit?
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D-O, dot, bee-bo, tuck in your shit
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That bogus holder of the sticky dolja
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Got me appearing on the wanted poster
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It's like when your body get caught on rotor's
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Wnen I snap like strings through boat motors
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My kitchen fridge look like Jeffery Dahmer's
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Boys screamin' for mama from the drama
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My hunger for hip-hop got my gun up
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Yo EightBall, hit the marijuana
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[EightBall]
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Yeah, yeah
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EightBall blazin' the hay
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And hella pound almost everyday
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Real playas run the game that they play
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That's why I'm doin' it the playa way
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I say, dope rhyme's, potent and real
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Showin' skills all my homies can feel
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Smile at you see the name on my grill
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Cut the track up let me show you the deal
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I be twisted with that Redman
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We get it all, cookin' dope makin' bread man
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I got the Eagle full of hollow tipped lead man
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Hear what I said man?
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Can all that weak noise
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I write, busta go and get your little weak boys
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You know what bring a player joy?
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Playin' with them glock toys
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See I avoid all suckas trippin'
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Full of liquor, actin' like a bunch of women lippin'
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Interested in what I be grippin'
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Dippin' in the Benz zippin'
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Pass all you haters fakin'
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Runnin' round seein' real players imitatin'
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Breakin' concentration, all up in my situation
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Hay blazin'
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Chorus:
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Get y'all shit together
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Coffee Shoppe we with whatever
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EightBall stay high forever
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Yo Doc, keep it tucked under my lever
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We here to keep the party live
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Smoke hay till we chinky eyed
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Wanna brawl?
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We can meet outside
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Red and Ball be down to ride
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[Redman Talkin]
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Yo, yo, look around you mothafuckers
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It's a hip-hop holocaust
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Yeah, you just found the right superheroes to take care of that shit
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Mothafucker
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[EightBall]
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Head rush and green stinky
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Feelin' like a niga dropped a mickey
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Drink up the Hen and watch me get tipsy
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Who wanna ride with me, 160
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Up and down 48 trackin'
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Ski mask, kick in doors in, straight beat jackin'
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Ball battin' rhymes all in your skull crackin'
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Actin' like I got a problem that's heavy to me
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Smokin' brothers like a dooby in a gangsta movie
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MC's turn stank like a old lady coochie
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Ball and Red be all up in your shit
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So deep that it be damn near permanent
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So authentic you can tell it from conterfit
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Who wanna hit of the purest Coffee Shoppe crop
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Guaranteed to be bomb to the last drop
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Ball and Red keep it stone like Bedrock
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We keep it hot
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[Redman]
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Yo
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I'm ? the blackout mode
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I snatch cheese that your mousetrap hold
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Yo, who fucks ya baby?
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Hey Kojack knows my flows, Kodak
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Couldn't hold that pose
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Wow
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Goofy playin' tough on the streets
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Blue collar MC's suffer the heat
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Until I reach the isosoles heat
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Right angle better, double your sleeve
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I'm just a black nation wide singer
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Cops lookin' for Red, but can't arraign us
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You need more than lion trainers to tame us
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Famous for cuffin' mics with 5 fingers
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That's why I walk so distorted
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Any form of harsh aborted
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Word so superb it'll turn to herb if you snort it
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50 sack and a nick can vouch for it
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We keep it critical
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If you hard core spit it out, out, out, out
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Doc who be arousin' police
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My underground funk be plowin' the streets
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So if you claimin' you the best MC
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Bring your arm over here and handcuff me
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We battle till the cattle learn to speak
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Cross examine me, I'm straight up framed!
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Chorus X2
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Coffee Shoppe
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| Eightball |
