Hand On My Nutsac

I got my hand on my nutsac burnin 'cross the stage In a motherf**kin' rage, like a animal in a cage I catch wrecks like a junkyard fool f**k around and getcha holdin' that jar, Cool Yep, that's me on the motherf**kin' 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, time I got more flavor than a truck load of Snickers Ya punch her by the straps, ya got to kick her, f**k 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 a*s Motherf**kers 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**kin' 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 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 like a Blackman Slap yo' a*s up and I jacked ya for ya Walkman Niggas on the top and you don't deserve nothin' They fightin' punks, their rags is f**ked, they shouldn't even be bumpin' s*ckas play the back 'cause I'm dope when I rap And my hand's on my motherf**kin' 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 s*cka nigga 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 s*cka 'Cause you're soft like butter, you punk motherf**ker Coolio but you can call me Boo I drop da shit on ya lyrics 'cause ya rhyme style is doo-doo a*s, feces, you don't wanna see me With a flashlight 'cause I serve that a*s Word to the motherf**kin' 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 dift? 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 '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 a*s 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**k me And s*ck me but don't touch me Back up off me hooker 'cause I won't be taken Go find you another motherf**ker, 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 motherf**kin' 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