Now I Gotta Wet 'Cha (Clean)

Now I Gotta Wet 'Cha (Clean) - Ice Cube (艾斯·庫伯)

It's on like Donkey Kong

You wanted that fast buck

Now I gotta light that a** up

The ni**a 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 ni**a 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 a** away like AJ

I'm almost certain I'm put on the hurtin

B**ch it's curtains

Locced in my motherf**kin 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 ni**a with the big fat trigger

(You're all wet) The ni**a 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

Motherf**k the jury and who ever love em

Why you have to leave it to Beaver

Now I'm chasing Beaver a** with a cleaver

With the swing swing swing

And chop chop chop

Get them on ni**a 'cos tonight

We're having chopped liver

And I'ma cut out'cha heart

Start the frying pan for the devil a la carte

Twelve motherf**kers 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 ni**a with the big fat trigger

You're all wet

The ni**a with the big fat trigger

Now wet motherf**kers are bloody

'Cos a bullet'll mold your a** like silly putty

Right into shape

A hollow point'll run up in ya like ya got weight

Coming 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 a** 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 coming ta get'cha

(Get'cha)

You better hope I don't catch ya

(Catch ya)

You're all wet

The ni**a with the big fat trigger

You're all wet

The ni**a with the big fat trigger

You're all wet

The ni**a with the big fat trigger

You're all wet

The ni**a with the big fat trigger

The ni**a with the big fat trigger