Can I Get Wit'cha - Junior M.A.F.I.A., The Notorious B.I.G., Lil Cease

Huh?

Cease-a-Lee'

Doggystyle.

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 nothing to do

Uhh, I’m interrupted by a phone ring

Sometimes I wish I never got the motherfucking thing

«Hello hello?

Can I speak to Biggie?»

Yo, who dis?

«Taisha» Yo call back, I’m busy

Why don’t ya 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 looking butter soft

I know she looks much better with them clothes up off

Sitting 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

She said «If I get with you

I gotta get witcha whole hood rat crew, whatcha I think I do?

Sling skins for a living, my name ain’t November

This ain’t Thanksgiving, you ain’t Michael Bivins

Mack 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 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 something 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 shoes, HUH?

Can I get witcha (can I get witcha)

Can I get witcha (can I get witcha)

Can I get witcha.

Cause I 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, so 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 back the bra straps, 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 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

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

It’s 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 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