Now I Gotta Wet 'Cha

Yo, Cube, there go that motherfucker right there

No shit? Watch this

Hey, wassup, man?

Not too much man

You know you won, G

Won what?

The wet t-shirt contest, motherfucker!

Life now

Get out of my life now

Get out of my life now

Get out of my life now

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 up?

You threw your set-up

Now you gotta get wet up

Boom! Ping! Buck! Pow!

Now, who's that nigga with the different style?

Uh, 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 ass away like AJ

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

Bitch, it's curtains!

Locked in my motherfucking head

Gotta play connect-the-dots with my infrared

You in danger, Mr. Gangbanger

It ain't cool to take candy from a stranger

Wit'cha drive-bys, 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' to 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

Those devils can beat up a motorist

And get nothing 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 chasing Beaver' ass with a cleaver

With the swing, swing, swing and chop, chop, chop

Get the mop, nigga, 'cause tonight we're having chopped liver

And I'ma cut out'cha heart

Start the frying pan for the devil a'la carte

12 motherfuckers ya better be glad I never met'cha

'Cause I'm gonna wet'cha!

Now I gotta wet'cha (wet'cha)

Now I gotta wet'cha (wet'cha)

I'm comin' to 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

Now wet motherfuckers are bloody

'Cause a bullet'll mold your ass like silly putty

White in the shape

A hollow point, I'll run up in ya like ya got raped

Coming out'cha back, Mr. Mack

Now they got yo' guts in a sack

Used to have ya crew real fat in a huddle

Now you're wet in a puddle

Here is the Ice Cube rebuttal

You ain't gotta chance, 'cause 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

'Cause 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 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

(You're all wet) the nigga with the big fat trigger

(You're all wet) the nigga with the big fat trigger

The nigga with the big fat trigger

The nigga with the big fat trigger

The nigga with the big fat trigger

(Get out of my life now) the nigga