Ice Cube - The Predator : Now I Gotta Wet'cha

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Ice Cube



The Predator



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 the swig



of the ST, remember the time we first met her



You threw your set up now you gotta get wetter



BOOM! PING! BUCK! POW!



Now who's that nigga with the diff'rent style?



Uhh, ya wanted ta trick



It's all about the pud 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







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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, Rodney!



A place on the map where the order is



though devils can't leap 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 sling, sling, sling 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







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Now wet motherfuckers are bloody



Cos a bullet'll mould your ass like silly putty



White in the 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







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