Can I Get Witcha Lyrics - Lil' Cease

Doggytyle, yeah 

B.I.G. 

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