Now I Gotta Wet ’Cha

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayo Cube, there go that motherfucker right there No shit? Watch this Hey, wassup man Not too much man You know you won, G Won what? The wet t-shirt contest, motherfucker! *gunfire* [Verse 1] 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 yo' ass away like AJ I'm almost certain I'm put on the hurting Bitch, it's curtains! Locked in my motherfucking head Gotta play connect-the-dots with my infrared You in danger, Mr. Gangbanger It ain't cool to take candy from a stranger Wit'cha drive-bys, it took time to catch ya But now I gotta wet'cha! [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] S-I-M-I Valley for the KKK rally A place on the map where the order is Those devils can beat up a motorist And get nothing but a slap on the wrist Gorillas, gorillas report to the mist The fist of fury, I'ma shove 'em Motherfuck the jury and who ever love 'em Why you have to leave it to Beaver? Now I'm chasing Beaver' ass with a cleaver With the swing, swing, swing and chop, chop, chop Get the mop, nigga 'Cause tonight we having chopped liver And I'ma cut out'cha heart Start the frying pan for the devil � la carte Twelve motherfuckers ya better be glad I never met'cha 'Cause I'm gonna wet'cha! [Hook] 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 [Verse 3] Now wet motherfuckers are bloody 'Cause a bullet'll mold your ass like silly putty White in the shape A hollow point'll run up in ya like ya got raped Coming out'cha back, Mr. Mack Now they got yo' guts in a sack Used to have ya crew real fat in a huddle Now you're wet in a puddle Here is the Ice Cube rebuttal You ain't got a chance, 'cause 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 on, meet the Lord and then get ignored 'Cause you're on your way to hell and that I can bet'cha That's why I had to wet'cha! [Hook] 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 The nigga with the big fat trigger The nigga with the big fat trigger The nigga with the big fat trigger The nigga with the big fat trigger