Can I Get Witcha

Doggytyle, yeah B.I.G. To all the ladies in the house C'mon Big Another day in the ghetto One look outside I'm already upset yo It look about a hundred and two It's a Saturday and Biggie ain't got nuttin' to do I'm interrupted 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't cha hit me on the box a little later Washed up, got dressed, hits the elevator Steps out it's the same old scene Dope fiend, crack fiend, 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 witcha, can I get witcha Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Why you wanna get with me? 'Cause you got a big B U T T, see Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Why you wanna get with me? 'Cause you got a big B U T T, see 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 ain't 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? 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 Reebok's shoes? Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Can I get witcha 'Cause you got a big B U T T, see, see Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Can I get witcha Why you wanna get with me? 'Cause you got a big B U T T, see 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 Foolin' with the bra strap, threw on my Silk CD 'Cause, I wanna get freaky witchou Lose control on the skins is all I can picture Now I'm about to hitcha Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Why you wanna get with me? 'Cause you got a big B U T T, see 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 chicken head with sex appeal pass me That's her hands, ankles, feet they ashy I like the flashy type, who pass with dyke's 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 Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Why you wanna get with me? 'Cause you got a big B U T T, see Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Why you wanna get with me? 'Cause you got a big B U T T, see Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Why you wanna get with me? 'Cause you got a big B U T T, see Can I get witcha, can I get witcha