Текст песни Now I Gotta Wet'cha

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

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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]

Ice Cube Now I Gotta Wet'Cha