Now I Gotta Wet' Cha Songtext / Lyric

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






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



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