E-40 - Go Hard Or Go Home lyrics

(feat. The Federation) 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 scrill but you can call me ebonics Sideshows goin nutty dumbin 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 scams dope deals be goin sour Look how swivel the metal flower want the fast quarter f** a slow nickel 6 bucks an hour From the rooter to the tooter He's the driver I'm the shooter Don't be f**in 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) Swingin through the drive-thru, 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), cuz (cuz), 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 jumpin on the top, man, scrape hella cool 3 or 4 n***as tryina cave in a room [Stress] Little purp, cuss like a sailor Hammer on my waist I'm the 2-man tailor Get rich, hate being poor My b**h keep askin 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, standin on the curb Same n***as with me I been knowin since the 3rd Tryna get it, s**s bein bummy Never should've give you n***as money [Doon] My b**h 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 babby she don't bring patties She can't ride shotgun in the ? Caddy Pull my n***a in, let him count paint Don't cut him off like J did Dane [Hook] Sick Wit It