Текст (слова) песни: Mr. Doctor, Tre Eight, Stan Blackshire - Anybody

 
(Doc) 
 
Yeah, we in the spot all G`d up 
L-O-C`d up, blaze the weed up 
Before you get shot and stucc and fucced 
You know my nigga Tre sell dope around the way 
You know my nigga Griff, he got them beats that hit 
You know my nigga Reg, he smoke out to the head 
He got connects on straps, I got connects on hoodrats 
And we paid in the worst way 
To be the first way the only way 
To get paid and to get niggas sprayed 
Cuz I don`t give a fucc about you, about ya crew 
Don`t give a fucc about that shit you say you do 
Cuz I`ve been there 
It`s like that shit that I wear 
With my rag on, my sag on, my 45 mag on 
And in them dice games I hit liccs 
And with them hoes my dicc is all against they lips 
It ain`t nothin but that gangsta shit 
I bust two in your face then dip mutha fucca dip 
 
(Chorus) 
 
(Tre) Anybody wanna get down they know 
(Doc) That me and my G`s got haet on L-O-C 
(Tre) Anybody wanna come up they know 
(Doc) That me and my G`s got pounds and keys 
(Tre) Anybody wanna spit the gangsta flow 
(Doc) Then Odysea got the heat for those 
(Tre) Anybody wanna fucc the Bombay hoes 
(Doc) Get at me, or get at Tre, or get at Foe Loc 
 
(Stan) 
It`s easy as a lyric 
It`s easier than hoes 
It`s bomber than that weed I smoke 
And I sells just like yayo 
It`s easy as a lyric 
It`s easier than hoes 
It`s bomber than that weed I smoke 
And I sells just like yayo 
 
(Doc) 
 
Yeah yeah ugh 
Now the second verse 
Is more complex than the first one 
based on the fact it could hurt somethin 
I came across this thicc ass bitch 
While I was maxing in L.A. swearin she rich 
With perfect tits and an ass that won`t quit 
Came fully equipped with them dicc succin lips 
Man I can`t front I had to share her with the homie 
Had me havin dreams about East Side`s Tony 
Flyin bacc in forth in between the shows 
Ridin her bacc and forth, even the other hoes, man 
The shit that make a staight bitch stomach turn 
But get it curious to learn 
I recommend the Hyatt on Sunset 
The room service bring Prawns and you can keep the pussy wet 
The baddest ho from my set 
Keep the hook up with coke macs`, hoodrats, and intertacts 
 
(Chorus) 
 
(Doc) 
 
Yeah yeah...yeah 
Now the last thing a nigga do 
Is set the record straight 
Don`t let none of those and shake the fake negroes 
Look at the weed I smoke...see the bomb shit 
And all this Gin `ll have a mutha fucca sicc 
Like Nicholas Cage when he was Leaving Las Vegas 
See doom out there and all the hoes they got is outrageous 
Get bitches up in the North Town and bring `em to the Strip 
It`s funny how they tired of this shit 
But eager for dicc like I be eager for the clit 
But don`t trip cuz they come when I want but don`t force the shit 
With lyrics worth a grip, Mr. Doc`s the licc 
Bombay`s hittin so my hands on your lips, like my dicc 
Or like my little homie Lunatic 
Be havin lyrics with a twist like this 
My average day cuz it`s to countin the grip 
Whether it`s from hoes or my mutha fuccin music 
 
(Chorus) 
 
(Tre talking with clappin in the baccround) 
Yeah! Ha! 
We`d like to thank all ya`ll for comin out tonight 
To all my niggas rolls...hoes 
Especially the ones in the front row 
Wait up, wait...matter fact, especially her 
Ay! Ay! Somebody help her up 
Come on yeah yeah yeah yeah 
Odysea out 
Ay what`s your name girl 
Yeah come on
 

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