Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hand On My, artist - Coolio. Date of issue: 18.07.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hand On My |
| 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 |
| And it’s like that |