Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Go Hard Pt. 1, artist - Royce 5'9. Date of issue: 12.07.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Go Hard Pt. 1 |
| Bar Exam 3 is like a mock a nigga, pop a nigga mockery |
| Housin', put the lock on it, Monopoly |
| Call me Enterpriser |
| Stick my battery inside a little white bunny, you can call me Energizer |
| The most interesting man in the world, I know papi |
| Sippin' root beer floats Saki mixed with Dos Equis |
| I’m a Slaughterhouse rock star |
| I pick up the biggest pig I can find and throw it at the windshield of a cop car |
| Dissin' me can be pretty fatal |
| Cause bitch I got +Money In The Bank+ from puttin' that shit into Yayo like |
| 50's label |
| Fuckin' freak |
| Ya mommy and daddy, daddy and daughter |
| Ya daddy, your grand daddy, your name fatty is Carter |
| She like, «Get inside me"but that’s a tight squeeze |
| Once I’m in her juice box she gon' hit the Hi-C's/high c/high sea |
| I’m hooked up cause I’m ill ass fuck like I.V.'s |
| I bare arms like it ain’t nothin' up my sleeves |
| The next MC that rhyme 'official' with 'ref with a whistle' |
| That ain’t Young Money |
| I’ma definitely diss you |
| If you |
| Rhymin' 'packin' a mac' with 'back of the Acura' |
| Perhaps you can’t match my spectacular vernacular |
| You still rhymin' 'bottles' with 'models' |
| 'College' with 'knowledge' |
| Usin' the word 'swagga' |
| You’re probably garbage |
| You thugs funny |
| Comparin' 5'9"to anybody |
| You comparin' Superman to Bugs Bunny |
| You are now rockin' with the Bar Exam 3! |
| The most interesting man in the world. |
| B3 go |
| «Hard hard hard» |
| Nickel Nine go |
| «Hard hard hard» |
| Kid Vishis go |
| «Hard hard hard» |
| Nigga we so |
| «Hard hard hard» |
| I be blazin' |
| I’m talkin' 'bout stone |
| Goliath in the fight verse David |
| I’ll kill ya |
| Bullets ain’t lyrical |
| Blaoka! |
| Goin' straight to the point, the gun’s Waka Flocka |
| Rhymes is electric |
| Fire bolts! |
| It’ll make your voice crack like Whitney hittin' high notes |
| I got a metal gut with large nuts |
| You bitch ass niggas, we call y’all «dog butts» |
| Yeah, I remember what they said |
| Yeah, my pockets used to be skinny, now they fat like K-Fed |
| Aww man |
| My bullet’s is a fan of me |
| Kiss him right in the mouth, do him like Kid Cudi |
| They say one man’s trash, another man’s treasure |
| I call her a fat, black, bitch, you call her Precious |
| Since I’m a gun blazer |
| It cost me nothin' to take your money, Vishis like a fund raiser |
| Rutger by me |
| You with a gun is a bigger myth than Jay-Z in the Illuminati |
| This is B verse rockin' |
| So you gettin' punched up more than Mike Tyson do to paparazzi |
| Freeze when you see the mag, I don’t flash I blast |
| Leave his ass as nasty as Trina rash |
| When it come to that rhymin' shit |
| Nigga, I’m a steroid shot |
| You a Flintstone Vitamin |
| M.I.C. |
| Records! |
| The most interesting man in the world! |
| B3 go |
| «Hard hard hard» |
| Nickel Nine go |
| «Hard hard hard» |
| Kid Vishis go |
| «Hard hard hard» |
| Nigga we so |
| «Hard hard hard» |