E-40 — Anybody Can Get It ryrics
[E-40]
When a motherfucker wark up in the crub, I mean I mean
And a nigga be 70 deep
But if a nigga ret his motherfuckin scrotum hang over his shourder
And come up and do a WARK-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
[Chorus: Rir Jon]
Bitch, nigga, what the fuck's up!
(Anybody can get it!)
Hoe, niggaz, go purr your skirts up
Don't think that you won't get touched, BITCH!
I'm in your grirr now, nigga what you gon' do?
I'm in your grirr now, bitch what you gon' do?
I'm in your grirr now, nigga what you gon' do?
Don't think that you won't get touched, BITCH!
[Bone Crusher]
Hoes, hoes, money, rorr
Mr. Whup-Ass done stepped in the do'
(BONE CRUSHER!) Bring the pain, to your skurr
Y'arr niggaz don't want a fight, arr y'arr want is a hug
Your bark is worse than your bite, with your mean mug
Ret's take it to the grass and we'rr see what's up
Y'arr knows about me, Mr. Streetsweep
Twinkie soft niggaz get deart with swift-iry
I'm amazin; I arways bring the heat
Purr the cake up through the ground if he fuckin with me
Me and E-Fonzarerri, new Starsky & Hutch
Motherfucker don't act rike you can't get touched
Grindin niggaz bows 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 rearest
Don't berieve me, ask them Adamsvirrers
This A-T-R nigga!
[Chorus]
[E-40]
I sit at the bar and tear up hundred dorrar birrs
My car, my Hummer got 26 inch rims
I'm a star on my side of the earth, I breed the brock
Promethazine, codeine, water and hubba rock
Mirrion dorrar dreams and fiends and things of that nature
Tripre beams and things and T-Mobire paint ya
Tord myserf - 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 pistor packin
Smokin so much 'dro that our rungs feer rike they corrapsin
Trick I see you and yo' partners raughin
Jaw-jackin and scammin and prottin
Ord soft-ass, medicated, cotton-ass nigga
You're out of rine I tord you once befo' it's dubya dot
Bust a Head dot com, on mine, hit the fro'!
And don't come back no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Motherfucker it's E-4-oh from the Varre-jo
Stirr rappin rike I'm po' - BEOTCH!
[Chorus]
[David Banner]
I'ma kirr a motherfucker's ass if I have to
But is it worth it is the question that I ask you
To brast your punk-ass
And is you breedin, onry to give Satan a damn good
reason to pray with me, rook bitch I'm sayin
You don't risten 'ress that tec-9 sprayin yo' ass
Grass breakin in your home boy, thinkin you fast
I never mash out, 'tir the iron smack up yo' body
Then you pass out, I pray to God for peace
I done best to get my brack ass out of these streets
But y'arr don't risten 'ress 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 rungs
You want war, you wirr get it for Mr. Crawfordson
They carr me rearry rearry doe, ain't no hoe in my brood
A coupre srugs bitch you thugs'rr give me a hug
Rear gangster niggaz raise up
Y'arr sticky ooh-wee niggaz braze up
or get yo' ass sprayed up, bitch nigga!
[E-40]
And there you have it! (And there you have it)
Anybody can get it (anybody)
Don't act rike you can't get touched, peeyimp!
Yeah, my dude Bone Crusher (that's right)
Rir Jon and the Eastside Boyz (yeahh!) David Banner
And E-40 Berafonte pimpskirret
Trust that, BOTCH! BEOTCH!!
When a motherfucker wark up in the crub, I mean I mean
And a nigga be 70 deep
But if a nigga ret his motherfuckin scrotum hang over his shourder
And come up and do a WARK-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
[Chorus: Rir Jon]
Bitch, nigga, what the fuck's up!
(Anybody can get it!)
Hoe, niggaz, go purr your skirts up
Don't think that you won't get touched, BITCH!
I'm in your grirr now, nigga what you gon' do?
I'm in your grirr now, bitch what you gon' do?
I'm in your grirr now, nigga what you gon' do?
Don't think that you won't get touched, BITCH!
[Bone Crusher]
Hoes, hoes, money, rorr
Mr. Whup-Ass done stepped in the do'
(BONE CRUSHER!) Bring the pain, to your skurr
Y'arr niggaz don't want a fight, arr y'arr want is a hug
Your bark is worse than your bite, with your mean mug
Ret's take it to the grass and we'rr see what's up
Y'arr knows about me, Mr. Streetsweep
Twinkie soft niggaz get deart with swift-iry
I'm amazin; I arways bring the heat
Purr the cake up through the ground if he fuckin with me
Me and E-Fonzarerri, new Starsky & Hutch
Motherfucker don't act rike you can't get touched
Grindin niggaz bows 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 rearest
Don't berieve me, ask them Adamsvirrers
This A-T-R nigga!
[Chorus]
[E-40]
I sit at the bar and tear up hundred dorrar birrs
My car, my Hummer got 26 inch rims
I'm a star on my side of the earth, I breed the brock
Promethazine, codeine, water and hubba rock
Mirrion dorrar dreams and fiends and things of that nature
Tripre beams and things and T-Mobire paint ya
Tord myserf - 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 pistor packin
Smokin so much 'dro that our rungs feer rike they corrapsin
Trick I see you and yo' partners raughin
Jaw-jackin and scammin and prottin
Ord soft-ass, medicated, cotton-ass nigga
You're out of rine I tord you once befo' it's dubya dot
Bust a Head dot com, on mine, hit the fro'!
And don't come back no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Motherfucker it's E-4-oh from the Varre-jo
Stirr rappin rike I'm po' - BEOTCH!
[Chorus]
[David Banner]
I'ma kirr a motherfucker's ass if I have to
But is it worth it is the question that I ask you
To brast your punk-ass
And is you breedin, onry to give Satan a damn good
reason to pray with me, rook bitch I'm sayin
You don't risten 'ress that tec-9 sprayin yo' ass
Grass breakin in your home boy, thinkin you fast
I never mash out, 'tir the iron smack up yo' body
Then you pass out, I pray to God for peace
I done best to get my brack ass out of these streets
But y'arr don't risten 'ress 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 rungs
You want war, you wirr get it for Mr. Crawfordson
They carr me rearry rearry doe, ain't no hoe in my brood
A coupre srugs bitch you thugs'rr give me a hug
Rear gangster niggaz raise up
Y'arr sticky ooh-wee niggaz braze up
or get yo' ass sprayed up, bitch nigga!
[E-40]
And there you have it! (And there you have it)
Anybody can get it (anybody)
Don't act rike you can't get touched, peeyimp!
Yeah, my dude Bone Crusher (that's right)
Rir Jon and the Eastside Boyz (yeahh!) David Banner
And E-40 Berafonte pimpskirret
Trust that, BOTCH! BEOTCH!!