Hand On My Nutsac Lyrics by Coolio

Hand On My Nutsac Lyrics

    (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 rules the step to the rep that i kept
    For a long, long, long, long, long, long, long time
    I got mor flavour 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 ??? ???
    40 thevz and the band witta plan to make some stops
    Niggas die on the street but they don't play taps
    Or 21 gun salute, there ain't cahoots
    My name ain't alex haley but i still got roots
    I 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 cos i'm dope when i rap
    And my hand's on my motherfuckin nutsac
    And it's like that!

    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
    Cos you're soft like butter, you punk motherfucker
    C-c-coolio but you can call me boo
    I drop da shit on ya lyrics cos ya rhyme style is doo-doo
    Ass, faeces, you don't wanna see me
    With a flashlight cos 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 d'ift and fully understand not to fuck with this
    I never been a stoner, take ya momma home and blown her
    One night stand and once again she's a loner
    Cos i won't be played out, strung out, laid out
    She only gave it up because she thought i had some crack
    And i won't be strayed by a lame ass dame
    Keep my dollars in my pockets cos 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 cos 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, they singin the same song
    '93 is the year and yes i'm gettin bigger
    Gave a shot to the 121 cos 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


    I got my hand on my nutsac
    Na na na na na naaaaaa
    *repeat x 2 *
    And it's like that