E-40 - Anybody lyrics
[Intro: C-Murder] Tytanic, let's wake 'em up, ya heard? Yeah, it's real out here Justing chill about it now (chill boy) Some of the ODB what? NYC CP-3 n***a what? Let me ask you a question What do you think about the game now? (What you think about it now?) How you feel like my name now (How you feel 'bout me now?) How you feel like C now? What do you think about the ODB now? (What?) What do you think about the game now? (What you think about it now?) How you feel like my name now (How you feel about me now?) How you feel like my name now (I told you I wanted somethin') [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Yeah, bite that point, the habit of breathin' No hope to find, that you're misbehavin' Link your cupid and f** your brewin' Flash the burgers on your crewin' Cause I must different from the other MC's I got the amazing ability I get on the mic so you can have a ball I could fly through the air and stick to the wall I could take a punch or get hit by a car Could go to the nearest or farthest star As a matter of fact it's what I won't talk about Hoppin' and goin' out of his trace just to be in the house [Hook: E-40] I'm so pimped out about my big spendish I got a 20, 6 Clock extra dickless (extra dickless) For Anybody of them wanna pop off at the lip Anybody that wanna give me banana split It's only E-40, Murder in this b*atch All the money motivated me to b*atch Three soldiers from the East, South and West Street soldiers holdin' it down for they septs (for they septs) [Verse 2: C-Murder] I'm C-Murder, murder ma** ten, I'm wit' the Dirty ba*tard And my flows comin' faster than a jet to Alaska I ask ya how you feelin' my collabo' The CP3, the ODB from NYC the ghetto B Light it up, let it cook, look in the mirror, as we crush Don't worry about how it looks, put some money on my books Only God can judge me now That's when I heard the click clown I was Christened ,I ain't with them, am I RZA Let them whistles out them pistols Let loose on them troops and then shake 'em like Cherok smoke I slam dunk 'em like Shaq I wanna be free, I'm not guilty, do you feel me? [Hook: E-40] I'm so pimped out about my big spendish I got a 20, 6 Clock extra dickless (extra dickless) For Anybody of them wanna pop off at the lip Anybody that wanna give me banana split It's only E-40, Murder in this b*atch All the money motivated me to b*atch Three soldiers from the East, South and West Street soldiers holdin' it down for they septs (for they septs) [Verse 3: E-40] Hey sluggin', wanna hit this rock down (rock down) I only got one world, mane, I feel like take this to the thick of him Under there, got the smell, you do the ho you hear f** it there, let me get a swig of that Thunder Bird OK, it's cute, it's squashed Now, no though mane, lets have a back wash Yeah you trippin', "no I ain't", yeah you is That boy spittin', what's his name? 40, quarter, b*atch [Verse 4: Ol' Dirty ba*tard] I stays in place, place stays in me I'm a vision of truth, just a true MC Love hiphop so much, mic won't untouched Thugs grow unbust, b**h won't get f**ed Every 40 ounce cracked, every napsack packed Ol' Dirty kickin' your a**, the record gets scratched Oh, the record gets scratched, the record gets scratched [Hook] I'm so pimped out about my big spendish I got a 20, 6 Clock extra dickless (extra dickless) For Anybody of them wanna pop off at the lip Anybody that wanna give me banana split It's only E-40, Murder in this b*atch All the money motivated me to b*atch Three soldiers from the East, South and West Street soldiers holdin' it down for they septs (for they septs) [Outro: E-40] And there you have it E-40 the Fonzarelli The from the Soyo block soil Turf hall, been through it all Ball 'til we have it all (ball 'til we have it all) Oh boy ooo me (not me) Oo we better than ooo me I'm so damned stalk on my self on crack by self Ay look where c-murder at? Me and Ol' Dirty ba*tard got the same birthday If you don't stay your a** out of trouble Me and Ol' Dirty ba*tard got the same birthday Ay we got the n***a Tytanic on the beat What's up boy? ODB We got the same motherf**in' birthday 11 -15 Scorpio, November Scorpio we tight motherf**ers We look at the motherf**ing memes when we get on the good one I can't please foul while y'all on the good one I'm on thought, I'm not throw em a paw but I only give lood What the f** you drinkin'? Fortay sh** I'm off this motherf**ing .......