Coffee Shoppe
Eightball Lyrics


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[Redman]
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 exercise; ten in the clip.
Y'all niggaz ready for the un counterfeit?
D-O, dot, b-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 rotors.
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,
An 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 shop 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.
Want to brawl?
We can meet outside.
Red and Ball be down to ride.

[Redman]
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 nigga dropped a mickey.
Drink up the Hen, and watch me get tipsy.
Who want to ride with me; one hundred-sixty?
Up and down forty-eight, trackin',
Ski mask; kickin' 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 conterfeit.
Who want a 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.

[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 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 five 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.
Fifty 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 x 2]

Overall Meaning

In Eightball's "Coffee Shoppe," featuring Redman, the rappers utilize their lyrical skills and clever wordplay to deliver a song about their love for weed and hip-hop. The song features a catchy chorus that shouts out the coffee shop, where they meet to indulge in their favorite vice.


Redman's opening verse is packed with punchlines that showcase his rugged, raw style. He starts by proclaiming that the listener is witnessing the effects of the buddha, which refers to the marijuana that they are smoking. He then goes on to describe himself as a force to be reckoned with as he kicks through your door and raps so hard that it comes through your pores. He cleverly references smoking a blunt by mentioning a ten in the clip, which can be interpreted as ten rolled blunts or ten bullets in a gun clip. Eightball follows up with a verse that is equally impressive, where he boasts about how he's living his life as a playa and spitting dope rhymes that his homies can feel. He also invites Redman to come to his stash spot, where they cook dope and make bread, which has a double meaning of cooking up drugs and making money. The two rappers then come together on the chorus where they urge their listeners to get their shit together and join them at the coffee shop, where they stay high forever.


Aside from the song's strong lyrical content, "Coffee Shoppe" is notable for its use of a distorted guitar riff and electronic beats that give it a unique, abrasive sound. The song was released in 1998 as a single from Eightball's album, "Lost," which earned positive reviews for its innovative production and sharp lyricism. The song's title and content have also inspired several real-life "coffee shops" that cater to the weed-smoking community, including a popular spot in Amsterdam.


Line by Line Meaning

Redman kick through your door.
Redman aggressively enters your space.


Liquidated then I come through your pores.
I bring a powerful presence that penetrates deeply.


Think the track is bleedin'; get at the gauze.
The song is intense and impactful; handle it carefully.


Mix fidgit 'fore I rip it in four's.
I prepare myself before delivering explosive verses.


Look at my face; you can tell that I'm slick.
My expression reveals my smoothness and cunning.


The blunt exercise; ten in the clip.
I am skilled in smoking weed; always prepared with plenty.


Y'all niggaz ready for the un counterfeit?
Are you prepared for the genuine and authentic?


D-O, dot, b-bo; tuck in your shit.
Watch out and protect yourself.


That bogus holder of the sticky dolja
The fake person who claims to have quality marijuana.


Got me appearing on the wanted poster.
I am wanted for my impressive skills and reputation.


It's like when your body get caught on rotors.
The feeling of being trapped or caught in a dangerous situation.


When I snap like strings through boat motors.
When I lose control and become furious.


My kitchen fridge look like Jeffery Dahmer's.
My fridge is filled with gruesome and chaotic things.


Boys screamin' for mama from the drama.
People in distress crying out for help.


My hunger for hip-hop got my gun up.
My passion for rap fuels my determination.


Yo, EightBall, hit the marijuana.
Hey, EightBall, let's smoke some weed.


EightBall blazin' the hay,
EightBall smoking marijuana.


An hella pound almost everyday.
A large amount of marijuana consumed daily.


Real playas run the game that they play.
True players dominate and control their craft.


That's why I'm doin' it the playa way.
I approach everything with a player's mindset.


I say dope rhyme's, potent and real;
I deliver powerful and authentic lyrics.


Showin' skills all my homies can feel.
Impressing my friends with my undeniable talent.


Smile at you; see the name on my grill.
I flash my gold teeth as a sign of confidence and success.


Cut the track up; let me show you the deal.
Let me demonstrate my skills on this beat.


I be twisted with that Redman.
I often collaborate with Redman and get high.


We get it all; cookin' dope, makin' bread, man.
We excel in various areas: drug production and making money.


I got the eagle full of hollow tipped lead, man.
I possess a firearm loaded with deadly ammunition.


Hear what I said, man?
Listen and pay attention to my words.


Can all that weak noise.
Dismiss all the irrelevant and insignificant chatter.


I write; busta, go and get your little weak boys.
I am a skilled lyricist; inferior rappers should step aside.


You know what bring a player joy?
Do you understand what truly brings pleasure to a player?


Playin' with them glock toys.
Engaging in activities involving guns and firearms.


See, I avoid all suckas trippin';
I steer clear of people behaving foolishly.


Full of liquor, actin' like a bunch of women lippin'.
Drunk individuals acting foolishly and causing drama.


Interested in what I be grippin'.
Curious about my possessions or belongings.


Dippin' in the Benz, zippin'.
Driving smoothly in a luxury car.


Pass all you haters, fakin'
Ignore and surpass all the envious and fake individuals.


Runnin' 'round, seein' real players imitatin'.
Witnessing others trying to copy and imitate true players.


Breakin' concentration; all up in my situation.
Interrupting and disturbing my focus and personal affairs.


Hay blazin'.
Smoking marijuana.


Get y'all shit together.
Get yourselves organized and prepared.


Coffee shop we with; whatever.
We are associated with smoking marijuana, no matter what.


EightBall stay high forever.
EightBall always stays elevated and under the influence.


Yo Doc, keep it tucked under my lever.
Hey Doc, keep the marijuana hidden under my control.


We here to keep the party live;
We are here to ensure the party remains energetic and exciting.


Smoke hay till we chinky eyed.
We smoke marijuana until our eyes become squinted.


Want to brawl?
Do you want to fight?


We can meet outside.
We can confront each other in an outdoor location.


Red and Ball be down to ride.
Redman and EightBall are ready and willing to support and fight alongside each other.


Look around you mothafuckers,
Pay attention and observe, you idiots.


It's a hip-hop holocaust.
A total destruction or annihilation of hip-hop.


Yeah, you just found the right superheroes to take care of that shit,
You have discovered the perfect individuals who will handle and solve this problem.


Head rush and green stinky,
A sudden rush of blood to the head, combined with the strong smell of marijuana.


Feelin' like a nigga dropped a mickey.
Feeling intoxicated as if someone spiked my drink.


Drink up the Hen, and watch me get tipsy.
Consuming Hennessy liquor and witnessing my intoxication.


Who want to ride with me; one hundred-sixty?
Who wants to join me for a fast and thrilling experience; traveling at high speeds.


Up and down forty-eight, trackin',
Traveling extensively across the forty-eight contiguous states.


Ski mask; kickin' doors in; straight beat jackin'.
Wearing a ski mask while forcefully entering and robbing places.


Ball battin' rhymes all in your skull, crackin'.
EightBall delivers powerful and impactful lyrics, penetrating your mind.


Actin' like I got a problem that's heavy to me.
Displaying a demeanor as if I am burdened by a significant issue.


Smokin' brothers like a dooby in a gangsta movie.
Cigarette smoking individuals like characters in a gangster film.


MC's turn stank like a old lady coochie.
Rappers becoming repulsive or undesirable like an elderly woman's private parts.


Ball and Red be all up in your shit;
EightBall and Redman are fully engaged and involved in your affairs.


So deep that it be damn near permanent.
So deeply involved that it feels almost permanent.


So authentic you can tell it from counterfeit.
Genuine and real, clearly distinguished from fake or counterfeit.


Who want a hit of the purest coffee shop crop;
Who wants to experience the highest quality marijuana?


Guaranteed to be bomb to the last drop?
Promising a potent and enjoyable experience until the very end.


Ball and Red keep it stone like Bedrock.
EightBall and Redman maintain a solid and unshakable presence.


We keep it hot.
We maintain a high level of intensity and quality.


I'm the blackout mode.
I am in a state of complete darkness or unconsciousness.


I snatch cheese that your mousetrap hold.
I effortlessly take what you consider valuable.


Yo, who fucks ya baby?
Who is bothering or messing with you?


Hey, Kojack knows my flows, Kodak
Hey, even the detective Kojack recognizes and appreciates my rap style.


Couldn't hold that pose.
They are unable to imitate or replicate my unique style.


Wow.
Expressing surprise or astonishment.


Goofy playin' tough on the streets.
Silly and foolish individuals acting aggressively in public.


Blue collar MC's suffer the heat
Less skilled rappers face difficulties and criticism.


Until I reach the isosceles heat.
I continue to excel until I achieve exceptional levels of success.


Right angle better; double your sleeve.
Having the correct approach or strategy will enhance your abilities.


I'm just a black, nation wide, singer.
I am a black artist known and recognized across the entire nation.


Cops lookin' for Red, but can't arraign us.
The police are searching for Redman, but they are unable to charge or arrest us.


You need more than lion trainers to tame us.
It takes more than skilled professionals to control or restrain us.


Famous for cuffin' mics with five fingers.
We are renowned for our ability to grip and control microphones.


That's why I walk so distorted;
That's why my movements and demeanor appear unusual or abnormal.


Any form of harsh aborted.
Any type of cruel or unpleasant behavior is cut short.


Word so superb it'll turn to herb if you snort it.
My lyrics are so impressive that they can be equated to a powerful drug.


Fifty sack and a nick can vouch for it.
Even a small quantity of marijuana can verify its quality.


We keep it critical.
We maintain a sharp focus and exert a significant influence.


If you hard core: spit it out, out, out, out.
If you are truly tough and hardcore, express and demonstrate it.


Doc, who be arousin' police?
Hey Doc, who attracts and provokes the police?


My underground funk be plowin' the streets.
My unique and innovative music style dominates the streets.


So if you claimin' you the best MC
So if you are declaring yourself the top rapper


Bring your arm over here and handcuff me.
Prove your skills by challenging me directly.


We battle till the cattle learn to speak.
We persistently engage in rap battles until even the least likely individuals start participating.


Cross examine me; I'm straight up framed!
Question and interrogate me; I am completely honest and transparent.




Lyrics © DELLA MUSIC PUBLISHING, LLC
Written by: PREMRO SMITH, REGGIE NOBLE, TRISTIAN JONES

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