text: Huh?
   Cease-a-Lee
   Doggystyle.. YEAH!
   B.I.G
   Uhh.. to all the ladies in the house!
   Where they at?
   Uhh, uhh, check it out
   Cmon Big
  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 nothing to do
  Uhh, Im interrupted by a phone ring {brrrrring}
  Sometimes I wish I never got the motherfucking thing
  Hello hello? Can I speak to Biggie?
  Yo, who dis? Taisha Yo call back, Im busy
  Why dont ya 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
  She said If I get with you
  I gotta get witcha whole hood rat crew, whatcha I think I do?
  Sling skins for a living,my name aint November
  This aint Thanksgiving, you aint Michael Bivins
  Mack it up, flip it, rub it down
  Do me baby, I aint down
  My name aint 2Pac I dont Get Around
  You hitting this nigga, how that sound?
  Huh, first of all you got me mixed up with
  Somebody ya done slept with, hold up
  Thats my Neneh Cherry shit, I got something 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 22s in them Reebok shoes, HUH?
  Can I get witcha 
  Can I get witcha 
  Can I get witcha..
  Cause I got a big B-U-T, T, see
  Can I get witcha 
  Can I get witcha 
  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 dont care, so dont be acting silly
  I knew I had her trapped with my hardcore raps
  And it wouldnt take a second before I had her on her back
  Pulling back the bra straps, threw on my Silk CD
  Cause, I wanna get freaky with you
  Lose control on the skins is all I can picture, now Im about to hit you
  Can I get witcha 
  Can I get witcha 
  Why you wanna get with me?
  Cause you got a big B-U-T, T
  To all my hoes, respect due
  Tamika sorry I left you
  Michelle Im glad I met you
  You make the head feel special
  Now I know its 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
  Thats 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 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