E-40 - Anybody Can Get It lyrics

[E-40] When a motherf**er walk up in the club, I mean I mean And a n***a be 70 deep But if a n***a let his motherf**in scrotum hang over his shoulder And come up and do a WALK-BY on your b**h-a** It's nay-thun Don't give a f** about how much money you got n***a It's about how you outsmart the next n***a [Chorus: Lil Jon] b**h, n***a, what the f**'s up! (Anybody can get it!) Hoe, n***az, go pull your skirts up Don't think that you won't get touched, b*tch! I'm in your grill now, n***a what you gon' do? I'm in your grill now, b**h what you gon' do? I'm in your grill now, n***a what you gon' do? Don't think that you won't get touched, b*tch! [Bone Crusher] Hoes, hoes, money, roll Mr. Whup-Ass done stepped in the do' (BONE CRUSHER!) Bring the pain, to your skull Y'all n***az don't want a fight, all y'all want is a hug Your bark is worse than your bite, with your mean mug Let's take it to the gra** and we'll see what's up Y'all knows about me, Mr. Streetsweep Twinkie soft n***az get dealt with swift-ily I'm amazin; I always bring the heat Pull the cake up through the ground if he f**in with me Me and E-Fonzarelli, new Starsky & Hutch Motherf**er don't act like you can't get touched Grindin n***az bows up and we turn 'em to dust As the crowd go ah-OOOOH-AHH cause you know you f**ed up They don't wanna see me, nicknamed the realest Don't believe me, ask them Adamsvillers This A-T-L n***a! [Chorus] [E-40] I sit at the bar and tear up hundred dollar bills My car, my Hummer got 26 inch rims I'm a star on my side of the earth, I bleed the block Promethazine, codeine, water and hubba rock Million dollar dreams and fiends and things of that nature Triple beams and things and T-Mobile paint ya Told myself - I need to stop pushin hop I need to stop pushin hop so I can buy a WingStop My young hyenas be bustin guns, mashin and pistol packin Smokin so much 'dro that our lungs feel like they collapsin Trick I see you and yo' partners laughin Jaw-jackin and scammin and plottin Old soft-a**, medicated, cotton-a** n***a You're out of line I told you once befo' it's dubya dot Bust a Head dot com, on mine, hit the flo'! And don't come back no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo' Motherf**er it's E-4-oh from the Valle-jo Still rappin like I'm po' - BEOTCH! [Chorus] [David Banner] I'ma k** a motherf**er's a** if I have to But is it worth it is the question that I ask you To blast your punk-a** And is you bleedin, only to give Satan a damn good reason to play with me, look b**h I'm sayin You don't listen 'less that tec-9 sprayin yo' a** Gla** breakin in your home boy, thinkin you fast I never mash out, 'til the iron smack up yo' body Then you pa** out, I pray to God for peace I done best to get my black a** out of these streets But y'all don't listen 'less I'm cussin and bustin the sh** You keep beggin, and I'ma give it to ya you b**h! In your face, your back, your chest, neck and lungs You want war, you will get it for Mr. Crawfordson They call me really really doe, ain't no hoe in my blood A couple slugs b**h you thugs'll give me a hug Real gangster n***az raise up Y'all sticky ooh-wee n***az blaze up or get yo' a** sprayed up, b**h n***a! [E-40] And there you have it! (And there you have it) Anybody can get it (anybody) Don't act like you can't get touched, peeyimp! Yeah, my dude Bone Crusher (that's right) Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz (yeahh!) David Banner And E-40 Belafonte pimpsk**et Trust that, BOTCH! BEOTCH!!