เนื้อเพลง Hand on My Nutsac - Coolio

(I got my) I got my Hand on My Nutsac burnin 'cross the stage
in a motherf*ckin rage like a animal in a cage
I catch wrecks like a junkyard fool (fool)
F*ck around and get'cha holdin that jar, Cool!
Yep that's me on the motherf*ckin mic-a (mic-a)
Nova, happy to strike n*ggas 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*ck 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
Motherf*ckers 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*ckin 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*ggas 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
N*ggas on the top and you don't deserve nothin
They fightin punks, their rags is f*cked, they shouldn't even be bumpin
S*ckas play the back cos I'm dope when I rap
And my hand's on my motherf*ckin 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*cka n*gga 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 s*cka
cos you're soft like b*tter, you punk motherf*cker
C-C-Coolio but you can call me Boo
I drop da sh*t 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 motherf*ckin homies and you know you can't hold me
or throw me...so blow me
How many n*ggas must I stick
before you get my d'ift and fully understand not to f*ck 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 f*ck me
and s*ck me but don't touch me
Back up off me hooker cos I won't be taken
Go find you another motherf*cker you can break it
I gots ta keep playin these n*ggas 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*ggas
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*ckin nutsac
And it's like that

[Outro:]
I got my hand on my nutsac
Na na na na na naaaaaa
[repeat x2]
And it's like that