Anything U Want Lyrics - Singles - Mc Eiht

(intro) 

Geah 

Check it out 

C'mon, c'mon, hey 

C'mon, uh 

I said c'mon, hey 

(half ounce in the house) 

We're smooth on the west side 

(check it out) 

Nigga hoes back in the house 

(check it out) 

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(verse 1) 

Who's got paper? 

But I shoot boxes 

Plenty of cash to straight floss from the gate 

You ain't seem grabs this green 

Plenty of cream kingpins unsolved the scheme 

I got my eyes on you 

Geah, you want to? down from here to shoot 

Got a crew 

But you stand out 

Miss thing wish I have x-rated vision to peep the g-strings 

You know what I mean 

Keeps the shit real live 

Benz 'round town in a 3-25 

Cheques in your coat and float to the arena 

? taps me on the shoulder, tony have you seen her? 

Let my gators through the snappin' 

Crystal sippin', drops along, geah baby what's happenin? 

Hear me, see me 

I could, uh, be your geenie, any wish comes true 

Be my boo 

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(chorus) 

Anything you want, anything you need 

Anything you want, anything you need 

Mr. tony will deliver til your? 

Diamonds to chronic bud, oh yes indeed 

Anything you want, anything you need 

Anything you want, anything you need 

We's be's the pimps 

(verse 2) 

Independently hustlin' while you work in your stuff 

Keep your condo pay so you work at mc gruff 

9 to 5 paper chasing, geah, I can dig it 

With your 15 hundred dollar brims and your fixed up? 

No trips to the clinic 

But it straight trips to the club 

With your head hooked up, short skirts straight throwin' up love 

Mr tony know the game ain't playin' nice and soft 

G's around ya in a circle talkin' about take that shit off 

Damn niggas, swingin' on a players boss 

Peeps tha coup, hits me up with a f**ked phone call 

I be's the black desperado 

Five carats with the golden? 

Gang of parrots, me and you 

King and queen of the hill 

Means the fat links, captain inch nail 

Get down like you live and that's no joke 

Gang of? to poke with the endo smoke 

(chorus) 

(verse 3) 

Times is hard 

And I can see you're a lil' rebellious 

Now your homegirl kicks the rumours 

In a way too jealous 

Just can't stand to see ya 

With a nigga with grip 

They swallowin' too much dick tryin' to give you some lip 

Not trip 

It's too much gossip on the phone 

Need to tell 'em ho's to find some dick on they own 

What's wrong? 

Same old song gettin' a boo 

Drops your back on the block with no more packs to loot 

Snatch back the dollar to diamonds 

Necklace sales 

Versace? to armani dressers 

No more sippin' crystal anymo' 

Drop a c-5 hun' with the phone 

Leave me alone 

Cause that's the problems nowadays 

These greedy-ass ho's workin' these ways 

Tony's no phony, got g's on next 

? spend my cheques 

(outro) 

Geah 

(late nite hype) 

C'mon c'mon hey 

C'mon c'mon hey 

(late nite hype) 

(check it out) 

We's be's the pimps