Go Hard Or Go Home lyrics

Song information

Artist: E-40
Album: My Ghetto Report Card

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 it one tonic
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
We some stoners we get high like shaggy from scooby doo
I'm whiskeyed, I'm hit, I ain't go no patience, pimp
But I'm a couple tacos short of a combination
Ooh...get on your head like a shower from the gravel
Where them scandalous dope deals be goin sour
We can swivel grown 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 fuckin with my gouda
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 room, to the moon I coon like high school
My goons take no prisoners...what fool
What's beef? (beef is when e-40 on a factor)
Swingin in the drive-thru, smash them further
Cattin' off. if you're from the yay, that's what
Open up the doors, go (go) karmo car 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)
Slap folks like droop-e too
Put thumb on the back like rick on the npc

[Hook]

[Interlude x4]
"It's like .. I did it orignally"
We jumpin on the top of ya scrape, hella duce
3 or 4 niggas tryna cave in ya roof

[Stress]
Blow purp, cuss like a sailor
Hammer on my waist in the 2-man tailor
Get rich, hate being po
My bitch 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
So block, standin on the curb
Same niggas with me I been knowin since the 3rd
Tryna get it, it sucks bein bummy
Never should've gave you niggas money

[Doon]
My b's cross c's drop h's
Grind more than haitians or jamaicans
Ain't bout money, then ain't got patience
Don't bring money, then don't have relations
Some' like hannibal, I'm a mammal
Hang with monkeys like mike and emmanuel
Change the channel, rearrange panels
0-7 like the perm old cabby
Ya bitch babby she don't bring patties
She can't ride shotgun in the brom caddy
Put my nigga in, let him campaign
Don't cut him off like j did dane

[Hook]

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