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E-40
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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 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網
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
Sick Wit It
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