| Song | Now I Gotta Wet 'Cha |
| Artist | Ice Cube |
| Album | The Predator (World) (Explicit) |
| 作曲 : Ice Cube/Muggs | |
| 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 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 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 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 motherfuckers ya better be glad i never | |
| Met'cha | |
| Cos i'm gonna wet'cha | |
| Chorus | |
| Now wet motherfuckers are bloody | |
| Cos a bullet'll mould your ass 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 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| (you're all wet) the nigga with the big fat trigger | |
| *repeat to fade* |
| zuò qǔ : Ice Cube Muggs | |
| 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 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 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 connectthedots with my infrared | |
| You in danger, mr gangbanger | |
| It ain' t cool to take nappy from a stranger | |
| Wit' cha driveby' 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 | |
| Simi | |
| 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 | |
| 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 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 motherfuckers ya better be glad i never | |
| Met' cha | |
| Cos i' m gonna wet' cha | |
| Chorus | |
| Now wet motherfuckers are bloody | |
| Cos a bullet' ll mould your ass 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 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| you' re all wet the nigga with the big fat trigger | |
| repeat to fade |