anybody can get it lyrics – e-40

when a motherf*cker walk up in the club, i mean, i mean
and a n*gg* be 70 deep
but if a n*gg* let his motherf*ckin’ scr*t*m hang over his shoulder
and come up and do a walk by on your b*tch-*ss
it’s nay thun, don’t give a f*ck about how much money you got n*gg*
it’s about how you outsmart the next n*gg*

b*tch, n*gg*, what the f*ck’s up
(anybody can get it)
hoe, n*gg*z, go pull your skirts up
don’t think that you won’t get touched, b*tch

i’m in your grill now, n*gg* what you gon’ do?
i’m in your grill now, b*tch what you gon’ do?
i’m in your grill now, n*gg* what you gon’ do?
don’t think that you won’t get touched, b*tch

hoes, hoes, money, roll
mr. whup-*ss done stepped in the do’
(bone crusher)
bring the pain, to your skull
y’all n*gg*z 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 gr*ss and we’ll see what’s up
y’all knows about me, mr. streetsweep
twinkie soft n*gg*z get dealt with swift-ily

i’m amazin’, i always bring the heat
pull the cake up through the ground if he f*ckin’ with me
me and e-fonzarelli, new starsky & hutch
motherf*cker don’t act like you can’t get touched

grindin’ n*gg*z bows up and we turn ’em to dust
as the crowd go ah-ooh aah ’cause you know you f*cked up
they don’t wanna see me, nicknamed the realest
don’t believe me, ask them adamsvillers, this a-t-l n*gg*

b*tch, n*gg*, what the f*ck’s up
(anybody can get it)
hoe, n*gg*z, go pull your skirts up
don’t think that you won’t get touched, b*tch

i’m in your grill now, n*gg* what you gon’ do?
i’m in your grill now, b*tch what you gon’ do?
i’m in your grill now, n*gg* what you gon’ do?
don’t think that you won’t get touched, b*tch

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-*ss, medicated, cotton-*ss n*gg*
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*cker it’s e-4-oh from the valle-jo
still rappin’ like i’m po’, beotch

b*tch, n*gg*, what the f*ck’s up
(anybody can get it)
hoe, n*gg*z, go pull your skirts up
don’t think that you won’t get touched, b*tch

i’m in your grill now, n*gg* what you gon’ do?
i’m in your grill now, b*tch what you gon’ do?
i’m in your grill now, n*gg* what you gon’ do?
don’t think that you won’t get touched, b*tch

i’ma kill a motherf*cker’s *ss if i have to
but is it worth it is the question that i ask you
to blast your punk-*ss
and is you bleedin’, only to give satan a d*mn good

reason to play with me, look b*tch i’m sayin’
you don’t listen ‘less that tec-9 sprayin’ yo’ *ss
gl*ss breakin’ in your home boy, thinkin’ you fast
i never mash out, ’til the iron smack up yo’ body
then you p*ss out, i pray to god for peace

i done best to get my black *ss out of these streets
but y’all don’t listen ‘less i’m cussin’ and bustin’ the sh*t
you keep beggin’ and i’ma give it to ya you b*tch
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*tch you thugs’ll give me a hug
real gangster n*gg*z raise up, y’all sticky ooh-wee n*gg*z blaze up
or get yo’ *ss sprayed up, b*tch n*gg*

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

/ e 40 lyrics