(feat. The Federation)
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Introducing...E-40...the almighty...707...Rick Rock...Federation...(Whoooooo)
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Go [x9] Hey hey.
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Go hard [x2]
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[E-40]
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Ooh...Verbal vomit...I keep one on it
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Not the scroll but you can call me ebonics
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Sideshows going nutty dumbing out
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Take the wrong turn and get your roof stomped out
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Old school vans doors open, me and my coupe
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And some stoners we get high like Shaggy from Scooby Doo
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I'm whiskeyed, I'm hit, I ain't go no patience
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But I'm a couple tacos short of a combination
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Ooh...Get on your head like a shovel from the gravel
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When them scandalous dope deals be going sour
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Look how swivel the metal flower want the fast quarter fuck a slow nickel 6 bucks an hour
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From the rooter to the tooter He's the driver I'm the shooter
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Don't be fucking with my goon
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Orgasms, high pots, and trill phones, sidekicks and ringtones
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Go hard or go home
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[Hook x8]
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Go hard...
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Go hard or go home
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[Goldie]
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? To the moon I coon like high school
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My goons take no prisoners...what fool
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What's beef. (Beef is when E-40's on a fat verse)
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Swinging through the drive-through, smash the front
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Jackin' off. If you're from the Yay, that's what.
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Open up the doors, go (go) ?
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Sick, Monkey on my back
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Psychos on my milk, won't let me go
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Down my throat, Yes (yes), cause (cause), buzz (buzz)
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What (what), I (I), go (go), numb (numb)
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Slack folks like Droop-E too
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Put thumb on the back like Rick on the NPC
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[Hook]
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[Interlude x4]
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We jumping on the top, man, scrape hella cool
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3 or 4 niggas trying to cave in your roof
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[Stress]
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Little purp, cuss like a sailor
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Hammer on my waist Tim the Toolman Taylor
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Get rich, hate being poor
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My bitch keep asking for juicy couture
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In the club, you know we strapped up
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My white tee shirt look like coke wrapped up
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Forces and jeans, can't wear slacks
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Got good hair, no wave cap
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Smoke block, standing on the curb
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Same niggas with me I been knowing since the 3rd
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Tryna get it, sucks being bummy
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Never should've give you niggas money
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[Doon]
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My bitch wanna see drop H's
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Grind more than Haitians or Jamaicans
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Ain't about money, then ain't got patience
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Don't bring money, then don't have relations
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Some like Hannibal, I'm a mammal
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Ain't with monkeys like Mike and Emmanuel
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Change the channel, rearrange panels
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0-7 like the perm old cabby
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And this baby she don't bring patties
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She can't ride shotgun in the Brougham Caddy
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Pull my nigga in, let him count paint
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Don't cut him off like J did Dane
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[Hook]
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Sick Wit It
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Go Hard Or Go Home
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E-40 |