Lyrical Breakdown of Can I Get Witcha (feat. Lil' Cease) - 2005 Remaster - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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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