Anybody Can Get It (feat. Lil Jon, The EastSide Boyz, Bone Crusher & David Banner)

Hey, hey

Yeah, 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! (what the fuck's up?)

(Anybody can get it!)

Ho-niggas, 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? (what you gon' do?)

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

I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do? (what you won't do?)

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

Bows, hoes, money, roll

Mr. Whoop-Ass done stepped in the do' (bone crusher!)

Bring the pain, to your skull

Y'all niggas 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 niggas 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 and Hutch

Motherfucker don't act like you can't get touched

Grindin' niggas bones 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 realest

Don't believe me, ask them Adamsvillers

This ATL nigga!

Bitch nigga, what the fuck's up! (what the fuck's up?)

(Anybody can get it!)

Ho-niggas, 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? (what you gon' do?)

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

I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do? (what you won't 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' - bitch!

Bitch-nigga, what the fuck's up! (what the fuck's up?)

(Anybody can get it!)

Ho-niggas, 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? (what you gon' do?)

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

I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do? (what you won't do?)

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

I'ma kill 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 leave 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' and ya home boy second, you first

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 don't give it to ya you bitch!

In your face, your back, your chest, neck and lungs

You want war, you will get it from Mr. Crawfordson

They call me really really doe, ain't no ho in my blood

A couple slugs bitches, you thugs'll give me a hug

Real gangster niggas raise up

Y'all sticky ooh-wee niggas 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, pimp

Yeah, my dude Bone Crusher (that's right)

Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz (yeah), David Banner

And E-40 Belafonte pimpskillet

Trust that, bitch! (Bitch)