The Drive-By

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 different 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 Locoed 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 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 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 Now wet motherfuckers are bloody 'Cos a bullet'll mold 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 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 You're all wet The nigga with the big fat trigger You're all wet The nigga with the big fat trigger You're all wet The nigga with the big fat trigger You're all wet The nigga with the big fat trigger You're all wet The nigga with the big fat trigger You're all wet The nigga with the big fat trigger