Ice Cube - Now I Gotta Wet'Cha Lyrics

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Ice Cube - Now I Gotta Wet'Cha lyrics

Artist: Ice Cube Album: The Predator Song: Now I Gotta Wet'Cha 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 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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