It's on like Donkey Kong
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You wanted that fast buck
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now I gotta light that ass up
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The nigga with the big fat trigger
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Don't test me, gravedigger had the swig
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of the ST, remember the time we first met her
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You threw your set up now you gotta get wetter
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BOOM! PING! BUCK! POW!
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Now who's that nigga with the diff'rent style?
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Uhh, ya wanted ta trick
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It's all about the pud and who can empty it
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First mate, they made day AK
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and I'll Kurtis Blow ya ass away like AJ
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I'm almost certain I'm put on the hurtin
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Bitch, it's curtains!
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Locced in my motherfuckin head
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Gotta play connect-the-dots with my infrared
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You in danger, Mr Gangbanger
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It ain't cool to take nappy from a stranger
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Wit'cha drive-by's it took time to catch ya
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but now I gotta wet'cha
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[Chorus:]
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Now I gotta wet'cha (wet'cha)
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Now I gotta wet'cha (wet'cha)
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I'm comin ta get'cha (get'cha)
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You better hope I don't catch ya (catch ya)
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(You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger
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(You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger
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S-I-M-I
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Valley for the KKK, Rodney!
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A place on the map where the order is
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though devils can't leap up a motorist
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and get nothin but a slap on the wrist
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Gorillas, gorillas report to the mist
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The fist of fury and I'ma shove em
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Motherfuck the jury and who ever love em
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Why you have to leave it to Beaver?
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Now I'm chasin Beaver' ass with a cleaver
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With the sling, sling, sling and chop, chop, chop
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Get them on, nigga
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cos tonight we're havin chopped liver
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And I'ma cut out'cha heart
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Start the fryin pan for the devil a'la carte
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Twelve motherfuckers ya better be glad I never met'cha
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Cos I'm gonna wet'cha
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[Chorus]
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Now wet motherfuckers are bloody
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Cos a bullet'll mould your ass like silly putty
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White in the shape
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A hollow point'll run up in ya like ya got weight
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Comin out'cha back, Mr Mack
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Now they got yo' guts in a sack
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Use to have ya crew real fat in a huddle
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now you're wet in a puddle, here is the Ice Cube rebuttle
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You ain't gotta chance, cos even if my bullet just glance
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Ya still wet your pants
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So what'cha wanna do when I got'cha ass point blank
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Ya guaranteed to spank
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Stiff as a board, ya floored
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Go meet the Lord and then get ignored
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Cos you're on your way to hell and that I can bet'cha
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That's why I had to wet'cha
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[Chorus]
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(You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger
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[repeat to fade]
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Now I Gotta Wet'Cha
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| Ice Cube |
