Can I Get Witcha

Doggytyle, yeah

B.I.G.

Uhh, to all the ladies in the house

Where they at?

Uhh, uhh, check it out

C'mon B.I.

Another day in the ghetto

One look outside and I'm already upset yo

It look about a hundred-and-two

It's a Saturday and Biggie ain't got nuttin' to do

Uhh, I'm intrrupted by a phone ring

Sometimes I wish I never got the motherfuckin' thing

"Hello hello? Can I speak to Biggie?"

Yo who dis? "Taisha" Yo call back, I'm busy

Why don'tcha hit me on the box a little later

Washed up, got dressed, hits the elevator

Steps out it's the same old scene

Dopefiend, crackfiend, eyewitness news team

I seen a honey with a butt lookin' butter soft

I know she looks much better with them clothes up off

Sittin' all thick, with the ruby red lipstick

That's the one I gotta get with

Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha

Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha

"Why you wanna get with me?"

'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see

Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha

Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha

"Why you wanna get with me?"

'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T

She said "If I get witchu

I gotta get witcha whole hood rat crew

Whatcha I think I do? Sling skins for a livin'

My name ain't November, this ain't Thanksgivin

You aint Michael Bivins

Mack it up flip it, rub it down

Do me baby, I ain't down

My name ain't Tupac I don't "Get Around"

You hittin' this nigga, how that sound?"

Huh, first of all you got me mixed up with

Somebody ya done slept with, hold up

That's my Neneh Cherry shit, I got somethin' slicker

Let me just sip up on this liquor

All I wanna do is smoke a little chronic

Slam ya like Onyx, and get ya hooked on

This Biggie Smalls phonics, 102

How to squeeze .22's in them Reeboks shoes, huh?

Can I get wit'cha (can I get wit'cha)

Can I get wit'cha (can I get wit'cha)

Can I get wit'cha

'Cause I got a big B-U-T, T, see

Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha)

Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha)

"Why you wanna get with me?"

'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T

I said walk me upstairs, 'cause I forgot my Phillies

She said "I don't care, just don't be actin' silly"

I knew I had her trapped with my hardcore rap

And it wouldn't take a second 'fore I had her on her back

Pullin' with the bra strap, threw on my Silk CD

'Cause, "I wanna get freaky with you"

Lose control on the skins is all I can picture

Now I'm about to hitcha

Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha

Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha

"Why you wanna get with me?"

'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see

Yo, yo, yo

To all my hoes, respect due

Tamika sorry I left you

Michelle I'm glad I met you

You make the head feel special

Now I know it's official

That I can touch and tease you

Pull up my pants and diss you

And hit the door you came through

Its Cease-a-Lee, a.k.a. Mista Nasty

Germany style, these hoes they blast me

One of the chickenhead with sex appeal pass me

That's her hands, ankles, feet they ashy

I like the flashy type, who pass with dykes

With long hair, and they ass be right

I get up on that ass, see what that be like

I fuck a bitch good, if she ask me right, huh

Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha

Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha

"Why you wanna get with me?"

'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see

Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha

Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha

"Why you wanna get with me?"

'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T

Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha

Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha

"Why you wanna get with me?"

'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see