Any Style You Want lyrics

[Intro: Lady Saw]
Any style you want it, boy you goin' get it
Any style you want it, boy you goin' get it
Any style you want it, boy you goin' get it
Any style you want it, boy you goin' get it

[Verse 1: Esham]
Step in the place b*tches look at me from head to toe
Hoe ass n*ggas look like "Oh no"
'Cause I'm the body snatcha, b*tch catcha
Got a .357, don't make me point it atcha
'Cause when I'm gone off Hennesy
I be tryin' to f*ck hoes from Detroit to Tennessee
And it's a everyday thang to me
And yo, only my nuts get to hang with me
n*gga (I get a fat shack of the endow!)
Man, I got a half ounce of Afghan f*ck that!
I'm from the city where they show no pity
n*ggas get buried in the ground like Frank Nitti
n*gga fill my cup up with V.S.O.P
And Reel Life is in the house most definitely f*ckin' with these hoes

[Pre-Hook: Lady Saw, Esham]
Sweet for my sweet, good wuk fi me honey ([Are you tricking with a gun??])
Any style you want it, boy you goin' get it (Let's sing this song, [?], yo)
[Hook: Esham]
Hey young hoe, the world is yours
Hey young hoe, the world is yours
Hey young hoe, the world is yours
Hey young hoe, the world is yours

[Verse 2: Esham]
You might catch me tippin' at a tittie bar
f*ckin' with b*tches with big booties, and there they are
You got: Bootylicious, Rumpshaka, Nuttin' Nyce, Jamaica
Peaches, Secret, Versace, Sassette
Mystic, Lipstick I see some pus*y y'all aw sh*t
Back to the bar, take a sip of my drink
I'm thinkin' to myself, "Do her pus*y stank?"
(Ay girl why you f*ckin' with that n*gga, he ain't pimpin'!)
Yo, he trippin', I ain't bullsh*ttin'
Come and get this bank while I sip my drink
Some of you hoes fresh out the fish tank
Say somethin' smellin' fishy and they say it's you
Aw sh*t, get the f*ck back baby boo
'Cause if it's true, I ain't even tryna f*ck with you
And plus you look like a dog named Scooby Doo, hoe

[Hook: Esham]
Hey young hoe, the world is yours
Hey young hoe, the world is yours
Hey young hoe, the world is yours
Hey young hoe, the world is yours
[Verse 3: Esham]
I got b*tches, on my mind
I can't hold back b*tch, now's the time
I wanna f*ck all b*tches in the house tonight
Like Rudy Ray Moore played Dolemite
Oh sh*t b*tch, you got my di*k on bone
Now I'm makin' raps about you on the microphone
Ain't no way in the world I'ma leave you alone
Heard you had the bomb pus*y, I asked my boy Tone
Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn, b*tch bring a friend
And if she ain't f*ckin' then leave her ass home (Take yo ass home)
'Cause she ain't gettin' nothin' but the thuggish ruggish bone I'm gone

[Bridge: Esham]
If I only had one biotch
That would always suck my di*k
Like you told me in your letters
One b*tch is always better
So I save the di*k for you
'Cause no other b*tch will do
One b*tch is always better

[Hook: Esham]
Hey young hoe, the world is yours
Hey young hoe, the world is yours
Hey young hoe, the world is yours
Hey young hoe, the world is yours
[Outro: Lady Saw, Esham]
Sweet for my sweet, good wuk fi me honey ([Ay, my boy got the these hoes up?])
Any style you want it, boy you goin' get it ([It's just what I'm sayin'?])
Sweet for my sweet, good wuk fi me honey
Any style you want it, boy you goin' get it ([It's all f*cked up, it's like that?])
Sweet for my sweet, good wuk fi me honey
Any style you want it, boy you goin' get it
Sweet for my sweet, good wuk fi me honey
Any style you want it, boy you goin' get it
Sweet for my sweet, good wuk fi me honey
Any style you want it, boy you goin' get it