[Notorious B.I.G] + (XL)
Hey, doggystyle nigga
YEAH! (Ohh, oh oh oh)
Uhh.. can I get witcha, uhh (oh oh oh)
Can I get witcha, hey (oh OHH oh)
Can I get witcha-cha-cha {*echoes*}
[Verse One: Notorious B.I.G.] + (XL)
Another day in the ghetto (yeah)
One look outside and I`m already upset yo
It look about a hundred-and-two
It`s a Saturday and Biggie ain`t got nuttin to do (nuttin to do)
Uhh, 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? Talisha! 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
Dopefiend, crackfiend, eyewitness news team (yeah)
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 got to get with
[Chorus: XL]
I like, the way that you look, I was hopin we could
Maybe spend some time, there`s so much that we can do
We can party all night, I can tell you`re so right (so right)
From the way that you shine (yeah) I just wanna get with you
[Notorious B.I.G.] + (XL)
Uhh.. can I get witcha, can I get witcha (can I get witcha)
Can I get witcha, can I get witcha (but can I get witcha)
Why you wanna get with me?
Cause you got a big B-U-T-T (whoa-ooooh)
[Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.] + (XL)
She said, If I get witchu
I gotta get witcha whole hood rat crew (ohhh)
Whatcha I think I do, sling skins for a livin?
My name ain`t November, this ain`t Thanksgiving
You ain`t Michael Bivins
Smack 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?
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 (yeah yeahhhhh)
Let me just sip up on this liquor (yeahhh)
All I wanna do is smoke a little chronic (all I wanna do)
+Slam+ ya like Onyx, and get ya Hooked on (yeah)
this Biggie Smalls Phonics, 102
How to squeeze 22`s in them Reebok shoes, HUH?
[Chorus]
[Interlude: XL]
Hey lady, ohhhhh baby
I wanna make you miiii-iiine, ooooooh-oooh
And we can riiiiiide, all niiiiight
Cause you the shit, yeah, whoo!
[Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G] + (XL)
To all the ladies in the house, oww
Uhh, uhh - ta-dow
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
Twiddlin with the bra strap, threw on my Sillk CD
cause I wanna get freaky witchu! (freaky witchu)
Lose control on the skins is all I can picture (I like)
Now I`m about to hitcha (yeahhhhhh)
[Chorus] - w/ ad-libs
[Notorious B.I.G.] + (XL)
Can I get witcha, can I get witcha (can I get witcha)
Can I get witcha, can I get witcha (I wanna get witcha)
Why you wanna get with me?
Cause you got a big B-U-T-T (whoa-ooooh)
Can I get witcha, can I get witcha
Can I get witcha, can I get witcha (I wanna get witcha)
Why you wanna get with me?
Cause you got a big B-U-T-T (hey)
