Coolio — Hand On My Nutsac

[Verse 1] (I got my) I got my hand on my nutsac burnin' 'cross the stage In a motherfuckin' rage like a animal in a cage I catch wrecks like a junkyard fool (fool) Fuck around and get'cha holdin that jar, Cool! Yep that's me on the motherfuckin' mic-a (mic-a) Nova, happy to strike niggas like a viper Who wants to step to the rep that I kept For a long, long, long, long, long, long, long time I got more flavor then a truck load of Snickers Ya punch her by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it! That's how it go when ya dealin' with a pro-per Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow Coolio locc and I'm down ta blast Peter Piper picked a paper, pick a pepper's and I jacked his ass Motherfuckers curse me, but they can't hurt me When I'm doin dirt, that's why I show no mercy I flips tha scripts and it's tha dips when I rips And rock tha fuckin, house for the Bloods and Crips Danger danger, ol' gangsta gangsta Droppin' dogs on the wanksta pranksta 40 Thevz and the band with a plan to make some stops Niggas die on the street but they don't play taps Or a 21 gun salute, there in cahoots My name ain't Alex Haley but I still got roots, uh Bang, bang, bang to the air now ya dead It was a black and white thang but now it's blue and red This ain't an episode of Batman, it's more'n like a Blackman Slap yo' ass up and I jacked ya for ya Walkman Niggas on the top and you don't deserve nothin' They fightin' punks, their rags is fucked, they shouldn't even be bumpin' Suckas play the back 'cause I'm dope when I rap And my hand's on my motherfuckin' nutsac And it's like that! [Verse 2] It's time for me to step so I'm steppin' in deep (deep) I was born a thief so ya know I'm on the creep Sucka nigga wanna test me but he can't best me Buck-buck to the chest and I guess you're death-ly Now I gotta treat ya like a sucka 'Cause you're soft like butter, you punk motherfucker C-C-Coolio but you can call me Boo I drop da shit on ya lyrics 'cause ya rhyme style is doo-doo Ass, feces, you don't wanna see me With a flashlight 'cause I serve dat ass (right, right, right) Word to the motherfuckin' homies and you know you can't hold me Or throw me...so blow me How many niggas must I stick Before you get my drift and fully understand not to fuck with this I never been a stoner, take ya momma home and bone her One night stand and once again she's a loner 'Cause I won't be played out, strung out, laid out She only gave it up because she thought I had some clout And I won't be strayed by a lame ass dame Keep my dollars in my pockets 'cause I'm hip to ya game Hoes be acting like they love me but they only wanna fuck me And suck me, but don't touch me Back up off me hooker 'cause I won't be taken Go find you another motherfucker you can break it I gots ta keep playin these niggas like ping-pong And hit 'em like King Kong, and singin' the same song '93 is the year and yes I'm gettin' bigger Gave a shot to the 121 'cause they my niggas Scotty B ridin' shotgun, BOOM he got one Only God knows if he'll catch a hot one Knick-knack paddy-wack Wino's in the back And my hand's on my motherfuckin' nutsac And it's like that [Outro] I got my hand on my nutsac Na na na na na naaaaaa *repeat x 2 * And it's like that