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Hand On My NutsAC (LP版) - Coolio
I got my I got my hand on my nutsac burning cross the stage
In a motherf**king rage like a animal in a cage
I catch wrecks like a junkyard fool fool
F**k around and get'cha holding that jar cool
Yep that's me on the motherf**king 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 f**k it
That's how it go when ya dealing 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**kers curse me but they can't hurt me
When I'm doing dirt that's why I show no mercy
I flips tha scripts and it's tha dips when I rips
And rock tha f**king house for the bloods and crips
Danger danger ol' gangsta gangsta
Dropping 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' a** up and I jacked ya for ya walkman
Niggas on the top and you don't deserve nothing
They fighting punks their rags is f**ked they shouldn't even be bumping
Suckas play the back cos I'm d**e when I rap
And my hand's on my motherf**king nutsac
And it's like that
It's time for me to step so I'm stepping in deep deep
I was born a thief so ya know I'm on the creep
Sucka ni**a 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 motherf**ker
C c coolio but you can call me boo
I drop da sh*t on ya lyrics cos ya rhyme style is doo doo
A** faeces you don't wanna see me
With a flashlight cos I serve dat a** right right right
Word to the motherf**king 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 f**k 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**k me
And suck me but don't touch me
Back up off me hooker cos I won't be taken
Go find you another motherf**ker you can break it
I gots ta keep playing these niggas like ping pong
And hit em like king kong they singing the same song
'93 is the year and yes I'm getting bigger
Gave a shot to the 121 cos they my niggas
Scotty B riding 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**king nutsac
And it's like that
I got my hand on my nutsac
Na na na na na naaaaaa
I got my hand on my nutsac
Na na na na na naaaaaa
I got my hand on my nutsac
Na na na na na naaaaaa
And it's like that
