It's on like Donkey Kong
You wanted that fast buck
now I gotta light that a** up
The n***a 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 n***a 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 a** away like AJ
I'm almost certain I'm put on the hurtin
b**h, it's curtains!
Locced in my motherf**in 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 n***a with the big fat trigger
(You're all wet) The n***a 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
Motherf** 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 swing, swing, swing and chop, chop, chop
Get them on, n***a
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 motherf**ers ya better be glad I never
met'cha
Cos I'm gonna wet'cha
Chorus
Now wet motherf**ers are bloody
Cos a bullet'll mould your a** 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
rebu*tle
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***a with the big fat trigger
*repeat to fade*