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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
sometimes i wish i never got the motherf-ckin thing
“hello hello? can i speak to biggie?”
yo who dis? “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
that’s the one i gotta get with
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-u-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-u-t, t
i’m tryna get with ya girl, i aint even goin’ stunt
miss fat booty, man i seen it from the front
i mean that shit was pumped, had me fiendin’ from the jump
and that ass was right, shit would make a fag look twice
so i approach like “shawty , whats good with cha?”
n-gga was hopin’ to go back to the hood with ya
and yeah i see them other n-ggas tryna look at cha
wouldn’t slang the thing right even if they could get ya
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