Now I Gotta Wet 'cha Lyrics - Ice Cube

It's on like Donkey Kong 

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 to take a swig of the ST 

Remember the time we first met up 

You threw your set up now you gotta get wet up 

Boom ping buck pow 

Now who's that nigga with the different style? 

Uhh, ya wanted ta trip 

It's all about the clip 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 

Locoed in my motherfuckin' head 

Gotta play connect-the-dots with my infrared 

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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 

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 

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S I M I, valley for the KKK, rally 

A place on the map where the order is 

4 devils can beat 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 swing, swing, swing 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 

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 

Now wet motherfuckers are bloody 

'Cos a bullet'll mold your ass like silly putty 

Right into 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 

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 

You're all wet 

The nigga with the big fat trigger 

You're all wet 

The nigga with the big fat trigger 

You're all wet 

The nigga with the big fat trigger 

You're all wet 

The nigga with the big fat trigger 

You're all wet 

The nigga with the big fat trigger 

You're all wet 

The nigga with the big fat trigger