Hand on My Nutsac

(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 mor flavour then 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 tha dips when I rips

And rock tha fuckin 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

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 cos 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

Cos you're soft like butter, you punk motherfucker

C-c-coolio but you can call me boo

I drop da shit 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 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 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 fuck me

And suck me but don't touch me

Back up off me hooker cos I won't be taken

Go find you another motherfucker you can break it

I gots ta 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 cos 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

Outro:

I got my hand on my nutsac

Na na na na na naaaaaa

*repeat x 2 *

And it's like that