It's on like Donkey Kong
You wanted that fast buck
now I gotta light that a** up
The n**** 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 n**** 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 a** away like AJ
I'm almost certain I'm put on the hurtin
b****, it's curtains!
Locced in my m*********** head
Gotta play connect-the-dots with my infrared
You in danger, Mr g*******er
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 n**** with the big fat trigger
(You're all wet) The n**** 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
m********* the jury and who ever love em
Why you have to leave it to Beaver?
Now I'm chasin Beaver' a** with a cleaver
With the sling, sling, sling and chop, chop, chop
Get them on, n****
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 m************ ya better be glad I never met'cha
Cos I'm gonna wet'cha
[Chorus]
Now wet m************ are b*****
Cos a bullet'll mould your a** 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 a** 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 n**** with the big fat trigger
[repeat to fade]
You wanted that fast buck
now I gotta light that a** up
The n**** 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 n**** 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 a** away like AJ
I'm almost certain I'm put on the hurtin
b****, it's curtains!
Locced in my m*********** head
Gotta play connect-the-dots with my infrared
You in danger, Mr g*******er
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 n**** with the big fat trigger
(You're all wet) The n**** 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
m********* the jury and who ever love em
Why you have to leave it to Beaver?
Now I'm chasin Beaver' a** with a cleaver
With the sling, sling, sling and chop, chop, chop
Get them on, n****
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 m************ ya better be glad I never met'cha
Cos I'm gonna wet'cha
[Chorus]
Now wet m************ are b*****
Cos a bullet'll mould your a** 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 a** 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 n**** with the big fat trigger
[repeat to fade]