Q-Tip - Go Hard Lyrics
[q-tip]Now picture this a man wit his whole thing in orderMovin through life at will he illHe make his own teeth growl wit his generous styleBut he still no joke wit his wisdom and smileGivin pounds all around no need to act foolishEnjoy the time no need to get toolishI spit it out wit the general feelin thatOnce u vibe wit it then you keep on comin backThe north south and east and the westWanna see which crew can do it the bestIs it the north, where people drink juice and smirnoff?Girls go hard but they lips stay softThe west where cats throw jets to playSmokin green all day keep a loked out swayEast..side..the hustle get realPretty young things with their mass appealOr the south where thugs keep gold in their mouthBig ol girls with their thang hangin outWhatever it is I hope you evolveWe gon push it to my level let the g evolve come onChorus: [q-tip]Go..go at..go at it hard..real hard[q-tip]Everybody take note to your man and yallAnd I will take note to the grandIts venomous I mean the way they hateThey cant wait for my to mize me meet my great butNo attention I give them no lightNiggas gotta know that I go through micsGo through walls with sounds and speakers with real drivesYou cant ***** this nigga from tribe a yoI put my mind to the work in hereAnd make sure that all of ya can understandThat I dont do *****, I dont do tricksI stay doing beats while you stay layin bricksI do do the things that keep me from the restAnd I do that well if I do suggest yoPut your hands on your system and feel me outOr put your hand on your money and hold your cloudThe indoor seat of lady galor seasShe get touched once and shell never divorce meHey clear your brain as I implimate raw thoughtsYou shouldnt be aware that I dont get off courseStayin steady on it niggas aint ready for itFlourin it hard with a.j. pettite on itA nobles face and Im doing my paceMakin sure all my conrads get a true tasteWhat? .. a good shit and Im ringing your memoryWe goin hard yo and thats how it need to beSo wake up and take that sleep outcha eyes my friendHeres the mot-to in your ear hear this againChorusHeavy hitters knockin shit out the parkYou didnt even really play tell me why did you start
