Lyrics of Can i get witcha

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