Can I Get Witcha

歌詞

Huh? Cease-a-Lee' Doggytyle.. YEAH! B.i.g. Uhh.. to all the ladies in the house! Where they at? Uhh, uhh, check it out 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 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 dont 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 wit'chou" 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 Uhh.. Lil' Cease.. 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 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