E-40 Anybody Can Get It Lyrics

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

(Anybody can get it)

Hoe, niggaz, 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?

I'm in your grill now, bitch what you gon' do?

I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do?

Don't think that you won't get touched, bitch



Hoes, hoes, money, roll

Mr. Whup-Ass done stepped in the do'

(Bone crusher)

Bring the pain, to your skull

Y'all niggaz 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 niggaz 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' niggaz bows up and we turn 'em to dust

As the crowd go ah-ooh aah 'cause you know you fucked up

They don't wanna see me, nicknamed the realest

Don't believe me, ask them Adamsvillers, this A-T-L nigga



Bitch, nigga, what the fuck's up

(Anybody can get it)

Hoe, niggaz, 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?

I'm in your grill now, bitch what you gon' do?

I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' 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

(Anybody can get it)

Hoe, niggaz, 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?

I'm in your grill now, bitch what you gon' do?

I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do?

Don't think that you won't get touched, bitch



I'ma 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'ma 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 hoe in my blood

A couple slugs bitch you thugs'll give me a hug

Real gangster niggaz raise up, y'all sticky ooh-wee niggaz 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, peeyimp

Yeah, my dude Bone Crusher

(That's right)

Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz, David Banner

And E-40 Belafonte, pimpskillet

Trust that, beotch, beotch