Da Mafia 6ix - Go Hard ft. Yelawolf | Текст песни

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• Da Mafia 6ix
• Go Hard ft. Yelawolf

[Intro: DJ Paul]
Man, these fucking haters out here, man
Fuckin' voices in my head telling me to cremate these haters
(Cremate, Cre-cre-cremate)
Sit down!
Loading up this motherfucking gun (gun)
Hittin' this motherfucking dope (dope)
Just thinking, man!
Just thinking! (thinking)
Fuck these niggas!
Fuck all of 'em (Dj Paul)
Da Mafia 6ix in this motherfucker
Featuring Yelawolf
We came here to kick motherfucking ass
And take motherfucking name
Fuck all you bitch ass motherfuckers

[Hook: DJ Paul]
Nigga, I go hard
I'll be in the kitchen, nigga whipping
Have these junkies round this motherfucker
Flipping off that motherfucking hard
Break a dozen times and rewind, keep that 9
Cause these suckers round here want a motherfucking prob'
Nigga, I stay ready for whatever
Cause a nigga like me been had
Motherfucking hard
Nigga, I stay strapped with that Eagle
Riding in that Regal
Cause I go motherfucking hard

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I go hard with that no regards, they send their regards
All these guns, you can't disregard 'em -- we strapped up like gods
We are homies, we need purple hearts, nigga purple hearts
Suffocate the hater to that nigga, down on purple hard
Cry (cry) bitch, we got that baseball hard
We concentrate, hollow tip bullets like baseball cards
223, batting, shooting six baseball yards
And when it comes to guns, we're number one on the pop charts
Sucker

[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
Got my niggas jumping off the porch, and they are trained to go
Headed to kick that busta door, dropping off your last ho
Yeah, I said it and I meant it, pimping be about her business
Paul told me to kill you hoes, so I'm gonna murk these hoes
Everybody know that Gangsta Boo gon' lead them to the guap
Sipping, tripping, flicking on my haters, and I will not stop
I've been going hard like, "Oh my God, I'll see you at the top"
And bitch when I see you there, I'mma knock you out your fuckin' spot

[Hook: DJ Paul]

[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
I'm the king of the six pack
The prince of the whiskey bottle
Get drunk with a fat bitch
Make her feel like a frisky model
Everybody was rocking-rolling to top and I'm in this bitch
Slide up in this mix, I'm do or die when I get that switch
You motherfuckers ain't going hard, you live with that impotence
I'm in that pick-up with the tint, ride on that picket fence
With twenty-sixes, I meant to say Three and Six
Me and these ghetto stars pull up in cars and immediate-
Ly get idiots and G's and media clings to see the city of thieves
Who graffiti the scene
With heathens and fiends who bring heaters in jeans
In Adidas with strings out, you see what I mean, hard!

[Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca]
Seems to me that
Please don't [?]
He did it, number one spot
Here I come bitch, hit the Billy boulevard
These hoes like Vietnam, bitch
Who is she? click that Desert Eagle DE and harm
No blood on my hands, all on my clothes
Bound dog, christian motherfucker
Niggardly folks sell them tree
Call me the almighty
When we gon' bang ya'll HARD!

[Hook: DJ Paul]

[Verse 5: Lord Infamous]
In my ear discuss if I should send these pussies up into my bedroom
Live, I'm juggernaut got more solds then other men ride in the ghetto
I'm back to heavy metal but it still ain't no Metallica
Fuck it and I balance it, they find us in the challenger
Illuminati and Bugatti do karate with the shawty
To the party very naughty infrared, probably stalking
Mysterious disappearances, we as murderous andw e kill 'em, line 'em perfect
And these niggas just dismember, man

[Verse 6: Crunchy Black]
Crunchy said bang, Lord said bang
Koop said bang, yeah, a nigga get it, man
All here sipping, who here hitcher
Getting how I painted this motherf