Anybody Can Get It Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am]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

[Verse 2]
Bitch- [Am]nigga, [Bb]what [Am]the fuck's up!
(what the fuck's up?)
(Anybody can [Bb]get i[Am]t!)
Ho- niggas, go pull your [Bb]skirts [Am]up
Don't think that you won't get touched,
bitch!
I'm in your grill now,
nigga [Bb]what [Gm]you g[Am]on' 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 [Bb]what you gon' [Am]do? (what you won't do?)
Don't think that you won't get touched,
bitch!

[Verse 3]
Bows, hoes, [Am]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, [Bb]what[Am]

[Verse 4]
the fuck's up!
(what the fuck's up?)
(Anybody can get it!)
Ho- niggas, go [Bb]pull your skirts [Am]up
Don't think that you won't get touched,
bitch!
I'm in your grill now,
nigga [Bb]what you gon' [Am]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 [Bb]gon' [Am]do? (what you won't do?)
Don't think that you won't
get touched, bitch!
I sit at [Bb]the bar and t[Am]ear up hundred

[Verse 5]
dollar bills
My car, [Em]my Hummer got 26 inch rims
[Am]I'm a star o[Dm]n my side of the earth, I
bleed the [Em]block
Promethazine, codeine,
water and [E]hubba rock
[Am]Million dollar dreams and fiends
and [Dm]things [Em]of that nature[E]
[Em]Triple beams and things and T- Mo
[E]bile paint ya
[Am]Told myself, I [Dm]need to stop pushin' hop
I [Em]need to stop pushin' hop so
I can buy [Am]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'
[Bb]partners [Am]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!

[Verse 6]
Bitch- [Am]nigga, what the fuck's up!
(what the fuck's up?)
(Anybody can get it!)
Ho- niggas, [Bb]go pull your [Am]skirts up
Don't think that you won't get touched,
bitch!
I'm in your grill now,
nigga [Bb]what you [Am]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 [Bb]what you gon' [Am]do? (what you won't do?)
Don't think that you won't get touched,
bitch!

[Verse 7]
I'ma [Am]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 [Bb]bleedin'
[Am]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 street[Bb]s
But [Am]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,
[A]ain't no ho in my blood
A couple [Am]slugs bitches,
you thugs'll give me a hug
Real gangster [A]niggas raise [Am]up
Y'all sticky oo[Am]h- wee
niggas blaze up
Or get yo' ass [Bb]sprayed [Gm]up, bitch n[Am]igga!

[Verse 8]
And there you have [Am]it!
(and there you have [Bb]it)
Anybody can get [Am]it (anybody)
Don't act like you can't
get touched, pimp
[Am]Yeah, [Bb]my d[Gm]ude B[Am]one Crush
[Am]er (that's right)
Lil Jon [Bb]and the [Gm]East[Am]side
Boyz (yeah), David Banner
And E- 40 Belafonte pimpskillet
Trust that, bitch! (Bitch)