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Can I Get Witcha Lyrics - Artist : Notorious B.I.G., The
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Cease-a-Lee' Doggy-style yeah! B.I.G Uh to all the ladies in the house! Where they at? Uh, uh, 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 Uh, 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 with you, can I get with you Can I get with you, can I get with you "Why you wanna get with me?" 'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see Can I get with you, can I get with you Can I get with you, can I get with you "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 with you whole hood rat crew, what you 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 with you (can I get with you) Can I get with you (can I get with you) Can I get with you 'Cause I got a big B-U-T, T, see Can I get with you (can I get with you) Can I get with you (can I get with you) "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 with you (can I get with you) Can I get with you (can I get with you) "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 chicken head with sex appeal pass me That's her hands, ankles, feet they're ashy I like the flashy type, who pass with dykes With long hair, and their 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 with you, can I get with you Can I get with you, can I get with you "Why you wanna get with me?" 'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see Can I get with you, can I get with you Can I get with you, can I get with you "Why you wanna get with me?" 'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T |
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