Текст (слова) песни: Ol` Dirty Bastard f C-Murder, E-40 - Anybody *

 
* original and remix have identical lyrics 
 
[Intro: C-Murder] 
Tytanic, let`s wake `em up, ya heard? 
Yeah, it`s real out here 
Killa block notch, wit` the ODB 
NYC, CP-3, nigga, 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`) 
 
[Ol` Dirty Bastard] 
Yeah, bite that point, the habit apprievin` 
No hope to find, that you`re misbehavin` 
Link your crupid, fuck your brewin` 
Flash the burgers on your crewin` 
Cuz the monks, skippin` 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 
Pop a word out of trace just to be in the house 
 
[Chorus: E-40] 
So pimped out about my big spendish 
I got a 20, 6 O`Clock extra chrystall 
Anybody dat wanna pop off at the lip 
Anybody that wanna give me banana split 
It`s only E-40, Murder in this bitch 
All the money motivated me to biatch 
Three soldiers from the East, South and West 
Street soldiers holdin` it down for they vets 
 
[C-Murder] 
I`m C-Murder, murder mass ten, I`m wit` the Dirty Bastard 
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, let me crush 
Don`t worry about how it looks, put some momey on my books 
Only God can judge me now 
That`s when I heard the click click, I was Christened 
I ain`t with them are you wid that 
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? 
 
Chorus 
 
[E-40] 
Hey sluggin`, wanna hit this rock dowm (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 hoe you hear 
Fuck 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, biatch 
 
[Ol` Dirty Bastard] 
I stage a place, place stage a me 
I`m a vision of truth, just a true MC 
Love hiphop so much, mic won`t untouched 
Thugs grow unbust, bitch won`t get fucked 
Every 40 ounce cracked, every napsack packed 
Ol` Dirty kickin` your ass, the record gets scrapped 
Oh, the record gets scrapped, the record gets scrapped 
 
Chorus 
 
[Outro: E-40] 
And there you have it 
E-40 the bonzerelli 
The ballatician from the Soyo block soil 
Turf hall, been through it all 
Hard `til we have it all (hard `til we have it all) 
Ay look it`s C-Murder and Ol`Dirty Bastard 
If you don`t stay your ass out of trouble 
What`s up boy? ODB 
We got the same motherfuckin` birthday 
Novermber the 12th to be exact motherfuckers 
What the fuck you drinkin`? Fortay 
Get `em off this motherfucker..
 

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