Coolio - Hand On My Nutsac lyrics

(i got my) i got my hand on my nutsac burnin 'cross the stage In a motherf**in rage like a animal in a cage I catch wrecks like a junkyard fool (fool) f** around and get'cha holdin that jar, cool! Yep that's me on the motherf**in mic-a (mic-a) Nova, happy to strike n***as 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, f** 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 a** Motherf**ers 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 f**in 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 n***as 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' a** up and i jacked ya for ya walkman n***as on the top and you don't deserve nothin They fightin punks, their rags is f**ed, they shouldn't even be bumpin s**as play the back cos i'm dope when i rap And my hand's on my motherf**in 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 s**a n***a wanna test me but he can't best me Buck-buck to the chest and i guess you're d**h-ly Now i gotta treat ya like a s**a Cos you're soft like bu*ter, you punk motherf**er C-c-coolio but you can call me boo I drop da sh** 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 a** (right, right, right) Word to the motherf**in homies and you know you can't hold me Or throw me...so blow me How many n***as must i stick Before you get my d'ift and fully understand not to f** 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 a** 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 f** me And s** me but don't touch me Back up off me hooker cos i won't be taken Go find you another motherf**er you can break it I gots ta keep playin these n***as 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 n***as 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 motherf**in 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