[Cee]Cease-a-Lee'
[Big]Doggytyle.. Yeah!
[Cee]B. I. G.
[Big]Uhh.. To all the ladies in the house!
[Cee]Where they at?
[Big]Uhh, uhh, check it out
[Cee]C'mon Big
[Notorious B. I. G]
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
Uhh, I'm intrrupted by a phone ring {*brrrrring*}
Sometimes I wish I never got the motherfuckin thing
"Hello hello? Can I speak to Biggie?"
Yo who this? "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 {*Smack*}
That's the one I gotta get with
Chorus One: Biggie Smalls
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-you-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-you-T, T
[Notorious B. I. G]
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?
Chorus Two: Biggie Smalls and Lil' Cease
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-you-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-you-T, T
[Notorious B. I. G]
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 wit'chou"
Lose control on the skins is all I can picture
Now I'm about to hitcha
Chorus Three: Biggie Smalls and Lil' Cease
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-you-T, T
[Lil' Cease]
Uhh.. Lil' Cease.. 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 s** 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
Chorus One (repeat 2X)
[Big]Huh? [Cee]Cease-a-Lee' [Big]Doggytyle.. Yeah! [Cee]B. I. G. [Big]Uhh.. To all the ladies in the house! [Cee]Where they at? [Big]Uhh, uhh, check it out [Cee]C'mon Big [Notorious B. I. G] 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 Uhh, I'm intrrupted by a phone ring {*brrrrring*} Sometimes I wish I never got the motherfuckin thing "Hello hello? Can I speak to Biggie?" Yo who this? "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 {*Smack*} That's the one I gotta get with Chorus One: Biggie Smalls 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-you-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-you-T, T [Notorious B. I. G] 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? Chorus Two: Biggie Smalls and Lil' Cease 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-you-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-you-T, T [Notorious B. I. G] 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 wit'chou" Lose control on the skins is all I can picture Now I'm about to hitcha Chorus Three: Biggie Smalls and Lil' Cease 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-you-T, T [Lil' Cease] Uhh.. Lil' Cease.. 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 s** 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 Chorus One (repeat 2X) Explain Request ×
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