Ice Cube

Ice Cube - Now I Gotta Wet'cha lyrics

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You wanted that fast buck
 now I gotta light that ass up
 The nigga with the big fat trigger
 Don't test me  gravedigger had the swig
 of the ST  remember the time we first met her
 You threw your set up now you gotta get wetter
 BOOM! PING! BUCK! POW!
 Now who's that nigga with the diff'rent style?
 Uhh  ya wanted ta trick
 It's all about the pud and who can empty it
 First mate  they made day AK
 and I'll Kurtis Blow ya ass away like AJ
 I'm almost certain I'm put on the hurtin
 Bitch, it's curtains!
 Locced in my motherfuckin head
 Gotta play connect-the-dots with my infrared
 You in danger, Mr Gangbanger
 It ain't cool to take nappy from a stranger
 Wit'cha drive-by's it took time to catch ya
 but now I gotta wet'cha

 Chorus:

 Now I gotta wet'cha (wet'cha)
 Now I gotta wet'cha (wet'cha)
 I'm comin ta get'cha (get'cha)
 You better hope I don't catch ya (catch ya)
 (You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger
 (You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger

 S-I-M-I
 Valley for the KKK, Rodney!
 A place on the map where the order is
 though devils can't leap up a motorist
 and get nothin but a slap on the wrist
 Gorillas, gorillas report to the mist
 The fist of fury and I'ma shove em
 Motherfuck the jury and who ever love em
 Why you have to leave it to Beaver?
 Now I'm chasin Beaver' ass with a cleaver
 With the sling, sling, sling and chop, chop, chop
 Get them on, nigga
 cos tonight we're havin chopped liver
 And I'ma cut out'cha heart
 Start the fryin pan for the devil a'la carte
 Twelve motherfuckers ya better be glad I never met'cha
 Cos I'm gonna wet'cha

 Chorus

 Now wet motherfuckers are bloody
 Cos a bullet'll mould your ass like silly putty
 White in the shape
 A hollow point'll run up in ya like ya got weight
 Comin out'cha back, Mr Mack
 Now they got yo' guts in a sack
 Use to have ya crew real fat in a huddle
 now you're wet in a puddle, here is the Ice Cube rebuttle
 You ain't gotta chance, cos even if my bullet just glance
 Ya still wet your pants
 So what'cha wanna do when I got'cha ass point blank
 Ya guaranteed to spank
 Stiff as a board, ya floored
 Go meet the Lord and then get ignored
 Cos you're on your way to hell and that I can bet'cha
 That's why I had to wet'cha

 Chorus

 (You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger
 *repeat to fade
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Language: English

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