Hand on My Nutsac Songtext
von Coolio

(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 more flavour than 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 the dips when I rips
And rock the fuckin′ house for the Bloods and Crips
Danger danger, ol' gangsta gangsta
Droppin′ dogs on the prank star prank star
40 Thevz and the band wit' a 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 'cause 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
'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, faeces, 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 d'ift 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 crack
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 to 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 '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

I got my hand on my nutsac
Na-na-na-na-na
I got my hand on my nutsac
Na-na-na-na-na
I got my hand on my nutsac
Na-na-na-na-na
And it's like that