Can I Get Witcha (Feat. Lil` Cease)

Huh Cease a Lee' Doggystyle YEAH BIG 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 *brrrrring* 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 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 *SMACK* 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 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 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, aka 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 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