| Huh?
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| Cease-a-Lee'
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| Doggytyle. |
| YEAH!
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| B.I.G.
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| Uhh. |
| to all the ladies in the house!
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| Where they at?
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| Uhh, uhh, check it out
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| C’mon Big
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| Another day in the ghetto
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| One look outside I’m already upset yo
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| It look about a hundred-and-two
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| It’s a Saturday and Biggie ain’t got nuttin to do
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| Uhh, I’m intrrupted by a phone ring
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| Sometimes I wish I never got the motherfuckin thing
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| «Hello hello? |
| Can I speak to Biggie?»
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| Yo who dis? |
| «Taisha"Yo call back, I’m busy
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| Why don’tcha hit me on the box a little later
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| Washed up, got dressed, hits the elevator
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| Steps out it’s the same old scene
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| Dopefiend, crackfiend, eyewitness news team
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| I seen a honey with a butt lookin butter soft
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| I know she looks much better with them clothes up off
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| Sittin all thick, with the ruby red lipstick
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| That’s the one I gotta get with
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| Can I get wit’cha, can I get wit’cha
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| Can I get wit’cha, can I get wit’cha
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| «Why you wanna get with me?»
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| Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see
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| Can I get wit’cha, can I get wit’cha
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| Can I get wit’cha, can I get wit’cha
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| «Why you wanna get with me?»
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| Cause you got a big B-U-T, T
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| She said «If I get witchu
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| I gotta get witcha whole hood rat crew
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| Whatcha I think I do? |
| Sling skins for a livin
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| My name ain’t November, this ain’t Thanksgivin
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| You aint Michael Bivins
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| Mack it up flip it, rub it down
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| Do me baby, I ain’t down
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| My name ain’t Tupac I don’t „Get Around“
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| You hittin this nigga, how that sound?»
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| Huh, first of all you got me mixed up with
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| Somebody ya done slept with, hold up
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| That’s my Neneh Cherry shit, I got somethin slicker
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| Let me just sip up on this liquor
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| All I wanna do is smoke a little chronic
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| Slam ya like Onyx, and get ya hooked on
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| this Biggie Smalls phonics, 102
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| How to squeeze 22's in them Reeboks shoes, HUH?
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| Can I get wit’cha (can I get wit’cha)
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| Can I get wit’cha (can I get wit’cha)
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| Can I get wit’cha.
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| Cause I got a big B-U-T, T, see
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| Can I get wit’cha (can I get wit’cha)
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| Can I get wit’cha (can I get wit’cha)
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| «Why you wanna get with me?»
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| Cause you got a big B-U-T, T
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| I said walk me upstairs, cause I forgot my Phillies
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| She said «I don’t care, just dont be actin silly»
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| I knew I had her trapped with my hardcore rap
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| And it wouldn’t take a second 'fore I had her on her back
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| Foolin with the bra strap, threw on my Silk cd
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| cause, «I wanna get freaky wit’chou»
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| Lose control on the skins is all I can picture
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| Now I’m about to hitcha
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| Can I get wit’cha (can I get wit’cha)
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| Can I get wit’cha (can I get wit’cha)
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| «Why you wanna get with me?»
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| Cause you got a big B-U-T, T
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| Uhh. |
| Lil' Cease. |
| yo, yo, yo
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| To all my hoes, respect due
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| Tamika sorry I left you
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| Michelle I’m glad I met you
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| You make the head feel special
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| Now I know it’s official
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| That I can touch and tease you
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| Pull up my pants and diss you
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| And hit the door you came through
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| Its Cease-a-Lee, a.k.a. Mista Nasty
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| Germany style, these hoes they blast me
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| One of the chickenhead with sex appeal pass me
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| That’s her hands, ankles, feet they ashy
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| I like the flashy type, who pass with dykes
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| With long hair, and they ass be right
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| I get up on that ass, see what that be like
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| I fuck a bitch good, if she ask me right, huh |