clinton sparks - i like lyrics
[notorious b.i.g (xl)]
hey, doggystyle n-gg-
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 sat-rday 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 motherf-ckin thing
“h-llo h-llo? 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 b-tt lookin b-tter 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, n-gg- 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 sh-t, 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 sh-t, 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)
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