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 scandalous 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 baby she don't bring patties
She can't ride shotgun in the Brougham Caddy
Pull my ^!$$% in, let him count paint

Don't cut him off like J did Dane

[Hook]

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