Go Hard Or Go Home
(专辑: My Ghetto Report Card - 2006)
Introducing...E-40...the almighty...707...Rick Rock...Federation...(Whoooooo) Go [x9] Hey hey. Go hard [x2] [E-40] Ooh...Verbal vomit...I keep one on it Not the
scroll but you can call me ebonics Sideshows going nutty dumbing out Take the
wrong turn and get your roof stomped out Old school vans doors open, me and my coupe And some stoners we get high like Shaggy from Scooby Doo I'm whiskeyed, I'm hit, I
ain't go no patience But I'm a
couple tacos short of a
combination Ooh...Get on your head like a
shovel from the
gravel When them scandalous dope deals be going sour Look how swivel the
metal flower want the
fast quarter fuck a
slow nickel 6
bucks an hour From the
rooter to the
tooter He's the
driver I'm the
shooter Don't be fucking with my goon Orgasms, high pots, and trill phones, sidekicks and ringtones Go hard or go home [Hook x8] Go hard... Go hard or go home [Goldie] ?
To the
moon I
coon like high school My goons take no prisoners...what fool What's beef. (Beef is when E-40's on a
fat verse) Swinging through the
drive-through, smash the
front Jacking off. If you're from the
Yay, that's what. Open up the
doors, go (go) ?
Sick, Monkey on my back Psychos on my milk, won't let me go Down my throat, Yes (yes), cause (cause), buzz (buzz) What (what), I
(I), go (go), numb (numb) Slack folks like Droop-E too Put thumb on the
back like Rick on the
NPC [Hook] [Interlude x4] We jumping on the
top, man, scrape hella cool 3
or 4
niggas trying to cave in your roof [Stress] Little purp, cuss like a
sailor Hammer on my waist Tim the
Toolman Taylor Get rich, hate being poor My bitch keep asking for juicy couture In the
club, you know we strapped up My white tee shirt look like coke wrapped up Forces and jeans, can't wear slacks Got good hair, no wave cap Smoke block, standing on the
curb Same niggas with me I
been knowing since the
3rd Tryna get it, sucks being bummy Never should've give you niggas money [Doon] My bitch wanna see drop H's Grind more than Haitians or Jamaicans Ain't about money, then ain't got patience Don't bring money, then don't have relations Some like Hannibal, I'm a
mammal Ain't with monkeys like Mike and Emmanuel Change the
channel, rearrange panels 0-7 like the
perm old cabby And this baby she don't bring patties She can't ride shotgun in the
Brougham Caddy Pull my nigga in, let him count paint Don't cut him off like J
did Dane [Hook] Sick Wit It