E-40, Lil Jon, David Banner, Bone Crusher - Anybody Can Get It lyrics
[E-40, Lil Jon, David Banner, Bone Crusher - Anybody Can Get It lyrics]
When a motherfucker walk up in the club
I mean I mean and a nigga be 70 deep
But if a nigga let his motherfuckin
Scrotum hang over his shoulder
And come up and do a
WALK-BY on your bitch-ass it's nay-thun
Don't give a fuck about how
Much money you got nigga
It's about how you outsmart the next nigga
Bitch, nigga, what the fuck's up!
(what the fuck's up?) anybody can get it!
Ho, niggas, go pull your skirts up
Don't think that you won't get touched
BITCH! I'm in your grill now
Nigga what you gon' do? (what you gon' do?)
I'm in your grill now
Bitch what you gon' do? (what you gon' do?)
I'm in your grill now
Nigga what you gon' do? (what you won't do?)
Don't think that you won't get touched
BITCH!
Bows, hoes, money, roll
Mr whup-Ass done stepped in the do'
(BONE CRUSHER) Bring the pain, to your skull
Y'all niggas 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 grass
And we'll see what's up
Y'all knows about me, Mr streetsweep
Twinkie soft niggas get dealt with swift-ily
I'm amazin', I always bring the heat
Pull the cake up through the ground
If he fuckin with me
Me and E-Fonzarelli, new Starsky & Hutch
Motherfucker don't act like you
Can't get touched
Grindin' niggas bones up and we
Turn 'em to dust
As the crowd go ah-OOOOH-AHH cause
You know you fucked up
They don't wanna see me
Nicknamed the realest
Don't believe me, ask them Adamsvillers
This ATL nigga!
Bitch, nigga, what the fuck's up!
(what the fuck's up?) anybody can get it!
Ho, niggas, go pull your skirts up
Don't think that you won't get touched
BITCH! I'm in your grill now
Nigga what you gon' do? (what you gon' do?)
I'm in your grill now
Bitch what you gon' do? (what you gon' do?)
I'm in your grill now
Nigga what you gon' do? (what you won't do?)
Don't think that you won't get touched
BITCH!
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-ass, medicated, cotton-ass nigga
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'
Motherfucker it's E-4 oh from the Valle-jo
Still rappin like I'm po' - BEOTCH!
Bitch, nigga, what the fuck's up!
(what the fuck's up?) anybody can get it!
Ho, niggas, go pull your skirts up
Don't think that you won't get touched
BITCH! I'm in your grill now
Nigga what you gon' do? (what you gon' do?)
I'm in your grill now
Bitch what you gon' do? (what you gon' do?)
I'm in your grill now
Nigga what you gon' do? (what you won't do?)
Don't think that you won't get touched
BITCH!
I'mma kill a motherfucker's ass if I have to
But is it worth it is the
Question that I ask you
To blast your punk-ass and is you bleedin
Only to give Satan a damn good
Reason to play with me, look bitch I'm sayin
You don't listen 'less that
Tec-9 sprayin yo' ass
Glass breakin in your home boy
Thinkin you fast i never mash out
'til the iron smack up yo' body
Then you pass out, I pray to God for peace
I done best to get my black
Ass out of these streets
But y'all don't listen 'less I'm
Cussin and bustin the shit you keep beggin
And I'mma give it to ya you bitch!
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 ho in my blood
A couple slugs bitch you thugs'll
Give me a hug real gangster niggas raise up
Y'all sticky ooh-wee niggas blaze up
Or get yo' ass sprayed up, bitch nigga!
And there you have it!
(And there you have it)
Anybody can get it (Anybody)
Don't act like you can't get touched, pimp
Yeah, my dude Bone Crusher (that's right)
Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz
(yeah) , David Banner
And E-40 Belafonte pimpskillet
Trust that, bitch! (Bitch)
I mean I mean and a nigga be 70 deep
But if a nigga let his motherfuckin
Scrotum hang over his shoulder
And come up and do a
WALK-BY on your bitch-ass it's nay-thun
Don't give a fuck about how
Much money you got nigga
It's about how you outsmart the next nigga
Bitch, nigga, what the fuck's up!
(what the fuck's up?) anybody can get it!
Ho, niggas, go pull your skirts up
Don't think that you won't get touched
BITCH! I'm in your grill now
Nigga what you gon' do? (what you gon' do?)
I'm in your grill now
Bitch what you gon' do? (what you gon' do?)
I'm in your grill now
Nigga what you gon' do? (what you won't do?)
Don't think that you won't get touched
BITCH!
Bows, hoes, money, roll
Mr whup-Ass done stepped in the do'
(BONE CRUSHER) Bring the pain, to your skull
Y'all niggas 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 grass
And we'll see what's up
Y'all knows about me, Mr streetsweep
Twinkie soft niggas get dealt with swift-ily
I'm amazin', I always bring the heat
Pull the cake up through the ground
If he fuckin with me
Me and E-Fonzarelli, new Starsky & Hutch
Motherfucker don't act like you
Can't get touched
Grindin' niggas bones up and we
Turn 'em to dust
As the crowd go ah-OOOOH-AHH cause
You know you fucked up
They don't wanna see me
Nicknamed the realest
Don't believe me, ask them Adamsvillers
This ATL nigga!
Bitch, nigga, what the fuck's up!
(what the fuck's up?) anybody can get it!
Ho, niggas, go pull your skirts up
Don't think that you won't get touched
BITCH! I'm in your grill now
Nigga what you gon' do? (what you gon' do?)
I'm in your grill now
Bitch what you gon' do? (what you gon' do?)
I'm in your grill now
Nigga what you gon' do? (what you won't do?)
Don't think that you won't get touched
BITCH!
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-ass, medicated, cotton-ass nigga
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'
Motherfucker it's E-4 oh from the Valle-jo
Still rappin like I'm po' - BEOTCH!
Bitch, nigga, what the fuck's up!
(what the fuck's up?) anybody can get it!
Ho, niggas, go pull your skirts up
Don't think that you won't get touched
BITCH! I'm in your grill now
Nigga what you gon' do? (what you gon' do?)
I'm in your grill now
Bitch what you gon' do? (what you gon' do?)
I'm in your grill now
Nigga what you gon' do? (what you won't do?)
Don't think that you won't get touched
BITCH!
I'mma kill a motherfucker's ass if I have to
But is it worth it is the
Question that I ask you
To blast your punk-ass and is you bleedin
Only to give Satan a damn good
Reason to play with me, look bitch I'm sayin
You don't listen 'less that
Tec-9 sprayin yo' ass
Glass breakin in your home boy
Thinkin you fast i never mash out
'til the iron smack up yo' body
Then you pass out, I pray to God for peace
I done best to get my black
Ass out of these streets
But y'all don't listen 'less I'm
Cussin and bustin the shit you keep beggin
And I'mma give it to ya you bitch!
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 ho in my blood
A couple slugs bitch you thugs'll
Give me a hug real gangster niggas raise up
Y'all sticky ooh-wee niggas blaze up
Or get yo' ass sprayed up, bitch nigga!
And there you have it!
(And there you have it)
Anybody can get it (Anybody)
Don't act like you can't get touched, pimp
Yeah, my dude Bone Crusher (that's right)
Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz
(yeah) , David Banner
And E-40 Belafonte pimpskillet
Trust that, bitch! (Bitch)