text: Another day in the ghetto
  One look outside Im already upset yo
  It look about a hundred-and-two
  Its a Saturday and Biggie aint got nuttin to do
  Uhh, Im intrrupted by a phone ring {brrrrring}
  Sometimes I wish I never got the motherfuckin thing
  Hello hello? Can I speak to Biggie?
  Yo who dis? Taisha Yo call back, Im busy
  Why dontcha hit me on the box a little later
  Washed up, got dressed, hits the elevator
  Steps out its the same old scene
  Dope fiend, crack fiend, eyewitness news team
  I seen a honey with a butt looking butter soft
  I know she looks much better with them clothes up off
  Sitting all thick, with the ruby red lipstick {SMACK}
  Thats the one I gotta get with
  Can I get witcha, can I get witcha
  Can I get witcha, can I get witcha
  Why you wanna get with me?
  Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see
  Can I get witcha, can I get witcha
  Can I get witcha, can I get witcha
  Why you wanna get with me?
  Cause you got a big B-U-T, T
  Im tryna get with ya girl, I aint even going stunt
  Miss Fat booty, man I seen it from the front
  I mean that shit was pumped, had me fiending from the jump
  And that ass was right, shit would make a fag look twice
  So I approach like “shawty , whats good with cha?”
  Nigga was hopin’ to go back to the hood with ya
  And yeah I see them other niggas tryna look at cha
  Wouldn’t slang the thing right even if they could get ya
  Me I’m from the Ville where we learn how to mack well
  And you gon’ yell when I hit it from the back well
  Take you to the crib and throw on a little Maxwell
  Grab a condom know cause, shit, I don’t know you that well
  Haa, was fucking with that
  Far from hater but see dem brothers was wack
  So don’t you worry bout them mean muggin’ girl
  I’m tougher than that
  And niggas mad cause this light skinned brotha is back
  I’m sayin’ though
  Stripes on the Polo
  On the late night, fucking your wife on the low low
  My pipe like a pogo stick, no homo
  No ice but I’m cold though
  Cologne on my nuts in case she might wanna go low
  I’m from the Ville where niggas fight for the dolo
  So think twice or take the same advice from the fo’fo’
  Me running to PoPo and muthaf-ckin’ no go
  A Carolina nigga, I’m the muthaf-ckin logo
  Shit, fly as hell on my ozone shit
  Disrespect me nigga you could get your cornroll split
  And that goes for you too, I’m on my Bono shit
  Niggas got no delivery thats that Digiorno shit
  I got porno chicks callin’, I still neglect them nigga
  I’m about my money like a bill collector
  For you slow niggas I put it more in laymans
  If you aint talkin’ money its a foreign language
  But uh, shawty can I get wit cha
  Can I get witcha, can I get witcha
  Can I get witcha, can I get witcha
  Why you wanna get with me?
  Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see
  Can I get witcha, can I get witcha
  Can I get witcha, can I get witcha
  Why you wanna get with me?
  Cause you got a big B-U-T, T