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coolio – hand on my nutsac lyrics

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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
f-ck around and getcha holdin’ that jar, cool

yep, that’s me on the motherf-ckin’ mic-a
nova, happy to strike n-gg-s like a viper
who rules the step to the rep that i kept
for a long, long, long, long, long, long, time

i got more flavor than a truck load of snickers
ya punch her by the straps, ya got to kick her, f-ck it
that’s how it go when ya dealin’ with a proper
got my hand on the mic and i’m about to let it flow

coolio locc and i’m down to blast
peter piper picked a paper, pick a pepper’s and i jacked his -ss
motherf-ckers curse me but they can’t hurt me
when i’m doin’ dirt, that’s why i show no mercy

i flips the scripts and it’s the dips when i rips
and rock the f-ckin’ house for the bloods and crips
danger, danger, ol’ gangsta, gangsta
droppin dogs on the

40 thevz and the band with a plan to make some stops
n-gg-s 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 like a blackman
slap yo’ -ss up and i jacked ya for ya walkman

n-gg-s on the top and you don’t deserve nothin’
they fightin’ punks, their rags is f-cked, they shouldn’t even be b-mpin’
suckas play the back ’cause 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
i was born a thief so ya know i’m on the creep
sucka n-gg- wanna test me but he can’t best me
buck, buck to the chest and i guess you’re deathly

now i gotta treat ya like a sucka
’cause you’re soft like b-tter, you punk motherf-cker
coolio but you can call me boo
i drop da sh-t on ya lyrics ’cause ya rhyme style is doo-doo

-ss, feces, you don’t wanna see me
with a flashlight ’cause i serve that -ss
word to the motherf-ckin’ homies
and you know you can’t hold me or throw me, so blow me

how many n-gg-s must i stick before you get my dift?
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

’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 -ss dame
keep my dollars in my pockets ’cause i’m hip to ya game

hoes be actin’ like they love me but they only wanna f-ck me
and suck me but don’t touch me
back up off me hooker ’cause i won’t be taken
go find you another motherf-cker, you can break it

i gots to keep playin’ these n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s

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

i got my hand on my nutsac, na na na na na na
i got my hand on my nutsac, na na na na na na
i got my hand on my nutsac, na na na na na na and it’s like that

- coolio lyrics

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