Anybody Can Get It Lyrics - E-40

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 

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 

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Hoes, hoes, money, roll 

Mr. Whup-Ass done stepped in the do' 

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 

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Bitch, nigga, what the fuck's up 

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 

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 

Don't act like you can't get touched, peeyimp 

Yeah, my dude Bone Crusher 

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And E-40 Belafonte, pimpskillet 

Trust that, beotch, beotch