Stomp The Yard Soundtrack Go Hard or Go Home Lyrics

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 scrill 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 s___gy from s_____ 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 f___ a slow nickel 6 bucks an hour
From the rooter to the tooter He's the driver I'm the shooter
Don't be f___ing with my goon
o_____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 c___ 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 n____s trying to cave in your roof

[Stress]
Little purp, cuss like a sailor
Hammer on my waist I'm the 2-man tailor
Get rich, hate being poor
My b____ keep asking for juicy couture
In the club, you know we strapped up
My white tee shirt look like c__e wrapped up
Forces and jeans, can't wear slacks
Got good hair, no wave cap
Smoke block, standing on the curb
Same n____s with me I been knowing since the 3rd
Tryna get it, sucks being b__my
Never should've give you n____s money

[Doon]
My b____ 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 n____ in, let him count paint
Don't cut him off like J did Dane

[Hook]

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