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    "Now I Gotta Wet'Cha" Lyrics

    Ice Cube

    Genre:Hip-Hop, Rap
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    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 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 diff'rent 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!
    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


    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

    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
    Cos I'm gonna wet'cha


    Now wet motherfuckers are bloody
    Cos a bullet'll mould 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
    You ain't gotta chance, cos even if my bullet just
    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
    That's why I had to wet'cha


    (you're all wet) the nigga with the big fat trigger
    *repeat to fade*
    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © A SIDE MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Allen Toussaint, Bernard G. Worrell, George Clinton, Jackson O'shea, William(Bootsy) Earl Collins.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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