Go Hard or Go Home - E-40, Stressmatic of the Federation

Go hard

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 shavel?

from the gravel

When them scams dope deals be goin south

Look how swivel the metal flower want the fast quarter fuck us for niggas 6

bucks an hour

From the rooter to the tooter He’s the driver I’m the shooter

Don’t be fuckin 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 moon I coon like high school

My goons take no prisoners… what fool

What’s beef.

(Niggas want E-40 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

We jumpin on the top, man, scrape hella cool

3 or 4 niggas tryina cave in a room

Little purp, cuss like a sailor

Hand on my waist in the 2-man tailor

Get rich, hate being bold

My bitch keep askin for juicy?

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, new wave cap

Smoke block, standin on the curb

Same niggas with me I been knowin since the 3rd

Tryna get it, sucks bein 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 babby she don’t bring patties

She can’t ride shotgun in the?

Caddy

Pull my nigga in, let him count paint

Don’t cut him off like J did Dane

Sick Wit It