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E-40( Earl Stevens )

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E-40( Earl Stevens )

Go Hard Or Go Home - feat. The Federation

Introducing... E-40... the almighty... 707... Rick Rock... Federation...(Whoooooo)

Go Hey hey.

Go hard 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
We some stoners we get high like Shaggy from Scooby Doo
I'm whiskeyed, I'm bent, 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

Go hard...
Go hard or go home

To the [?]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
Jackin' 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
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Like I did it, originally
We jumping on the top, man, scrape hella cool
3 or 4 niggas trying to cave in your roof

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

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

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