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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Coolio
Coolio
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Artis Ivey Jr.
Artis Ivey Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dobbs The Wino
Dobbs The Wino
Producer
Brian Dobbs
Brian Dobbs
Producer

Lyrics

(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 more flavour than 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 the dips when I rips And rock the fuckin' house for the Bloods and Crips Danger danger, ol' gangsta gangsta Droppin' dogs on the prank star prank star 40 Thevz and the band wit' 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'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 '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 (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 'Cause you're soft like butter, you punk motherfucker C-C-Coolio, but you can call me Boo I drop da shit on ya lyrics 'cause ya rhyme style is doo-doo Ass, faeces, you don't wanna see me With a flashlight 'cause 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 bone 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 acting 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 I got my hand on my nutsac Na-na-na-na-na I got my hand on my nutsac Na-na-na-na-na And it's like that
Writer(s): Artis Ivey, Bryan Dobbs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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