Artist: E-40 f/ The Federation Album: My Ghetto Report Card Song: Go Hard or Go Home Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] Introducin (E-40) the almighty, 7-0-7 (Rick Rock, The Federation) We in the buildin, WAHHHH! Go go go go go go go go go, hey, hey (Go hard.. go hard.. go hard.. go hard) [E-40] Ooh! Verbal vomit, I keep it one-hundred (one-hundred) Dr. Scrill but you can call me Ebonics (Ebonics) Sideshows goin nutty dumbin out Take the wrong turn and get your roof stomped out (roof stomped out) Old school vans doors open, me in my Coupe (uh) With some stoners we get high like Shaggy from Scooby Doo (Shaggy!) I'm whiskeyed, I'm hit, I ain't go no patience Pimpin I'm a couple of tacos short of a combination (uhhh) Get on yo' head like a shower from the gravel when them scandalous dope deals be goin sour Recount, swivel, Gold Medal Flour Want the fast quarter, fuck a slow nickel, six bucks an hour ($6 an hour?) From the rooter to the tooter He's the driver, I'm the shooter, don't be fuckin with my gouda (with my gouda) Ballergasms, side pots, and trill phones Sidekicks and ringtones {*T-Mobile ring*} go hard or go home (go home) [Chorus] Go hard or go home, go hard {*repeat 7X*} Go hard or go home [Goldie] From the boom to the moon I coon like {?} My goons take no prisoners, what fool? What's beef? (Beef is when E-40 on a fat verse) Swing 'em in the drive-through, smashed up further Gettin off, if you from the Yay, that's North Open up the do's, go (go) four on low Four-fo' heat sick, monkey on my back Psychos all on milk, won't let me go Down my throat, yes (yes), cuz (cuz), buzz (buzz) What (what), I (I), go (go), numb (numb) Slack hoes like Droop-E's Put in thumb, run it back like Rick on the NPC - go hard [Chorus] (Like I did it, originally) [repeat 4X] We jumpin on the top of your scrape-ella deuce Three or four niggaz tryin to cave in your roof [Stressmatic] Little purple, cuss like a sailor Hammer on my waist, Tim the Toolman Taylor Get rich, hate bein po' Cause 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 This whole block, standin on the curb Same niggaz with me I been knowin since the 3rd Tryin to get it, sucks bein bummy ("Never shoulda gave you niggaz money!" - Dave Chappelle) [Doon] Bop B's, rock C's, 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 (what else?) Some like Hannibal, I'm a mammal Ain't with monkeys like Mike and Emmanuel Change the channel, rearrange panels Oh-seven like the perm on cavi Your bitch babby, she don't bring patties She can't ride shotgun in the Brougham Caddy Put my nigga in, let him campaign And don't cut him off like Jay did Dane (I go hard) [Chorus] Sick Wid It