Hand On My Nutsac Lyrics - It Takes A Thief - Coolio

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 

Fuck around and getcha holdin' that jar, Cool 

Yep, that's me on the motherfuckin' 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, fuck 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 ass 

Motherfuckers 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 fuckin' 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' 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 

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 deathly 

Now I gotta treat ya like a sucka 

'Cause you're soft like butter, you punk motherfucker 

Coolio but you can call me Boo 

I drop da shit on ya lyrics 'cause ya rhyme style is doo-doo 

Ass, feces, you don't wanna see me 

With a flashlight 'cause I serve that ass 

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 dift? 

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 

'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 actin' 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 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