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[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)