Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Now I Gotta Wet 'Cha, artist - Ice Cube. Date of issue: 26.02.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 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 |
| 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 |
| (You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger |