Can I Get Wit'cha

Doggytyle, yeah
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