Now I Gotta Wet`cha Lyrics

Now I Gotta Wet`cha

Now I Gotta Wet`Cha

    It`s on like Donkey Kong
    You wanted that fast buck
    now I gotta light that as* 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 diff`rent 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 as* away like AJ
    I`m almost certain I`m put on the hurtin
    Bit*h, 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
    Chorus:
    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
    Motherf**k the jury and who ever love em
    Why you have to leave it to Beaver?
    Now I`m chasin Beaver` as* 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 motherf**kers ya better be glad I never 
met`cha
    Cos I`m gonna wet`cha
    Chorus
    Now wet motherf**kers are bloody
    Cos a bullet`ll mould your as* 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 as* 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
    Chorus
    (You`re all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger
    *repeat to fade*