(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 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
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 going sour

Look how swivel the metal flower want the fast quarter $#&@ a slow nickel 6 bucks an hour
From the rooter to the tooter He's the driver I'm the shooter
Don't be $#&@ing with my goon

!#@!s, 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)
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


[Hook]

[Interlude x4]

We jumping on the top, man, scrape hella cool
3 or 4 ^!$$%s trying to cave in your roof


[Stress]
Little purp, cuss like a sailor
Hammer on my waist Tim the Toolman Taylor

Get rich, hate being poor
My (*##$ keep asking for juicy couture
In the club, you know we strapped up

My white tee shirt look like !@%!e wrapped up
Forces and jeans, can't wear slacks
Got good hair, no wave cap

Smoke block, standing on the curb
Same ^!$$%s with me I been knowing since the 3rd
Tryna get it, sucks being bummy

Never should've give you ^!$$%s money

[Doon]

My (*##$ 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 ^!$$% in, let him count paint
Don't cut him off like J did Dane


[Hook]

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