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| Coolio It Takes A Thief 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 |
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