The Notorious B.I.G. ft. Lil’ Cease - Can I Get Witcha Lyrics

Doggytyle, yeah
B.I.G.
Uhh, to all the ladies in the house
Where they at?
Uhh, uhh, check it out
C'mon B.I.

Another day in the ghetto
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
Uhh, I'm intrrupted 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'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
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 wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
"Why you wanna get with me?"
'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
"Why you wanna get with me?"
'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T

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 aint 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?"
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
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 Reeboks shoes, huh?

Can I get wit'cha (can I get wit'cha)
Can I get wit'cha (can I get wit'cha)
Can I get wit'cha
'Cause I got a big B-U-T, T, see
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha)
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha)
"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, 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
Pullin' with the bra strap, 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 hitcha

Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
"Why you wanna get with me?"
'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see

Yo, yo, yo
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 chickenhead with sex appeal pass me
That's her hands, ankles, feet they ashy
I like the flashy type, who pass with dykes
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, huh

Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
"Why you wanna get with me?"
'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
"Why you wanna get with me?"
'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T

Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
"Why you wanna get with me?"
'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see