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ice cube – now i gotta wet’cha lyrics

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it’s on like donkey kong
you wanted that fast buck now i gotta light that -ss up
the n-gg- 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 n-gg- 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 -ss away like aj

i’m almost certain i’m put on the hurtin’
b-tch, it’s curtains
locoed in my motherf-ckin’ head
gotta play connect-the-dots with my infrared

you in danger, mr. g-ngb-nger
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 n-gg- with the big fat trigger
you’re all wet
the n-gg- 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
motherf-ck the jury and who ever love ’em
why you have to leave it to beaver?

now i’m chasin’ beaver’ -ss with a cleaver
with the swing, swing, swing and chop, chop, chop
get them on, n-gg- ‘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 motherf-ckers 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 n-gg- with the big fat trigger
you’re all wet
the n-gg- with the big fat trigger

now wet motherf-ckers are bl–dy
‘cos a bullet’ll mold your -ss 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 reb-ttle

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 -ss 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 h-ll 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 n-gg- with the big fat trigger
you’re all wet
the n-gg- with the big fat trigger

you’re all wet
the n-gg- with the big fat trigger
you’re all wet
the n-gg- with the big fat trigger

you’re all wet
the n-gg- with the big fat trigger
you’re all wet
the n-gg- with the big fat trigger

you’re all wet
the n-gg- with the big fat trigger
you’re all wet
the n-gg- with the big fat trigger

- ice cube lyrics

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