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  • E-40 - Anybody Can Get It

    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

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