Coolio - Hand On My Nutsac Lyrics
(I got my) I got my hand on my nutsac burnin cross the stageIn a mother*****in rage like a animal in a cageI catch wrecks like a junkyard fool (fool)***** around and getcha holdin that jar, cool!Yep thats me on the mother*****in mic-a (mic-a)Nova, happy to strike niggas like a viperWho rules the step to the rep that I keptFor a long, long, long, long, long, long, long timeI got mor flavour then a truck load of snickersYa punch her by the straps, ya got ta kick her, ***** it!Thats how it go when ya dealin with a pro-perGot my hand on the mic and Im about to let it flowCoolio locc and Im down ta blastPeter piper picked a paper, pick a peppers and I jacked his assMother*****ers curse me but they cant hurt meWhen Im doin dirt, thats why I show no mercyI flips tha scripts and its tha dips when I ripsAnd rock tha *****in house for the bloods and cripsDanger danger, ol gangsta gangstaDroppin dogs on the ? ? ? ? ? ?40 thevz and the band witta plan to make some stopsNiggas die on the street but they dont play tapsOr 21 gun salute, there aint cahootsMy name aint alex haley but I still got rootsI bang bang bang to the air now ya deadIt was a black and white thang but now its blue and redThis aint an episode of batman, its moren like a blackmanSlap yo ass up and I jacked ya for ya walkmanNiggas on the top and you dont deserve nothinThey fightin punks, their rags is *****ed, they shouldnt even be bumpinSuckas play the back cos Im dope when I rapAnd my hands on my mother*****in nutsacAnd its like that!Its time for me to step so Im steppin in deep (deep)I was born a thief so ya know Im on the creepSucka nigga wanna test me but he cant best meBuck-buck to the chest and I guess youre death-lyNow I gotta treat ya like a suckaCos youre soft like butter, you punk mother*****erC-c-coolio but you can call me booI drop da shit on ya lyrics cos ya rhyme style is doo-dooAss, faeces, you dont wanna see meWith a flashlight cos I serve dat ass (right, right, right)Word to the mother*****in homies and you know you cant hold meOr throw me...so blow meHow many niggas must I stickBefore you get my dift and fully understand not to ***** with thisI never been a stoner, take ya momma home and blown herOne night stand and once again shes a lonerCos I wont be played out, strung out, laid outShe only gave it up because she thought I had some crackAnd I wont be strayed by a lame ass dameKeep my dollars in my pockets cos Im hip to ya gameHoes be acting like they love me but they only wanna ***** meAnd suck me but dont touch meBack up off me hooker cos I wont be takenGo find you another mother*****er you can break itI gots ta keep playin these niggas like ping-pongAnd hit em like king kong, they singin the same song93 is the year and yes Im gettin biggerGave a shot to the 121 cos they my niggasScotty b ridin shotgun, boom he got oneOnly God knows if hell catch a hot oneKnick-knack paddy-wack winos in the backAnd my hands on my mother*****in nutsacAnd its like thatOutro:I got my hand on my nutsacNa na na na na naaaaaa*repeat x 2 *And its like that
