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Artist/Band:
Ice Cube
Lyrics for Song: Now I Gotta Wet'Cha
Lyrics for Album: Predator
Now I gotta wetÂ’cha
ItÂ’s on like donkey kong
You wanted that fast buck
Now I gotta light that ass up
The nigga with the big fat trigger
DonÂ’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 whoÂ’s that nigga with the diffÂ’rent style?
Uhh, ya wanted ta trip
ItÂ’s all about the clip and who can empty it
First mate, they made day ak
And IÂ’ll kurtis blow ya ass away like aj
IÂ’m almost certain IÂ’m put on the hurtin
Bitch, itÂ’s curtains!
Locced in my motherfuckin head
Gotta play connect-the-dots with my infrared
You in danger, mr gangbanger
It ainÂ’t cool to take nappy from a stranger
WitÂ’cha drive-byÂ’s it took time to catch ya
But now I gotta wetÂ’cha
Chorus:
Now I gotta wetÂ’cha (wetÂ’cha)
Now I gotta wetÂ’cha (wetÂ’cha)
IÂ’m comin ta getÂ’cha (getÂ’cha)
You better hope I donÂ’t catch ya (catch ya)
(youÂ’re all wet) the nigga with the big fat trigger
(youÂ’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 iÂ’ma shove em
Motherfuck the jury and who ever love em
Why you have to leave it to beaver?
Now IÂ’m chasin beaverÂ’ ass with a cleaver
With the swing, swing, swing and chop, chop, chop
Get them on, nigga
Cos tonight weÂ’re havin chopped liver
And iÂ’ma cut outÂ’cha heart
Start the fryin pan for the devil aÂ’la carte
Twelve motherfuckers ya better be glad I never
MetÂ’cha
Cos IÂ’m gonna wetÂ’cha
Chorus
Now wet motherfuckers are bloody
Cos a bulletÂ’ll mould your ass like silly putty
Right into shape
A hollow pointÂ’ll run up in ya like ya got weight
Comin outÂ’cha back, mr mack
Now they got yoÂ’ guts in a sack
Use to have ya crew real fat in a huddle
Now youÂ’re wet in a puddle, here is the ice cube
Rebuttle
You ainÂ’t gotta chance, cos even if my bullet just
Glance
Ya still wet your pants
So whatÂ’cha wanna do when I gotÂ’cha ass point blank
Ya guaranteed to spank
Stiff as a board, ya floored
Go meet the lord and then get ignored
Cos youÂ’re on your way to hell and that I can
BetÂ’cha
ThatÂ’s why I had to wetÂ’cha
Chorus
(youÂ’re all wet) the nigga with the big fat trigger
*repeat to fade*
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Ice Cube
"Predator"
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