Can I Get Witcha

Yeah, B I G

To all the ladies in the house

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 nothing to do

I meant to rap but my phone ring

Sometimes I wish I never got the motherfucking thing

Hello, hello, can I speak to Biggie?

Yo, who this?

Taisha

Yo, call back, I'm busy

Why don't you hit me on the box a little later?

Washed up, got dressed, hit the elevator

Step out, it's the same old scene

Dope fiends, crack fiends, eyewitness news team

I seen a honey with a butt looking butter soft

I know she look much better with them clothes up off

Sitting all thick with the ruby red lipstick

That's the one I got to 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

She said, if I get with you

I got to get with your whole hood rat crew

What you think I do, sling skin for a living?

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

You ain't Michael Bivins

Smack it up, flip it, rub it down

Do me, baby, I ain't down

My name ain't 2Pac, I don't get around

You hitting this ****, how that sound?

First of all, you got me mixed up with

Somebody you done slept with, hold on

That's my Neneh Cherry shit

I got something slicker

Let me just sip up on this liquor

All I wanna do is smoke a little chronic

Slam you like Onyx and get you hooked on

This Biggie Smalls phonics

One oh two, how to squeeze twenty-twos

In them Reebok shoes, huh

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

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

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

She said, I don't care, just don't be acting silly

I knew I had her trapped with my hardcore raps

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

Pulling on her bra straps, threw on my Silk CD

'Cause I wanna get freaky with you

Lose control, all the skin's all I can picture

Now I'm 'bout to hit you

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

Yo, yo, yo

To all my hoes, respect due

Tamika, I'm 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

It's Cease-a-Lee, AKA Mister Nasty

Germany style, these hoes, they blast me

One of the chicken heads want 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 the 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

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