(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