[Kool Keith] You know baby I've been thinkin about you a lot You know I've been doin a lot of.. private things on my own Just me in the bathroom, by myself You know, a little hands on experience You know, just a little thing for myself
Yo, I'm six million dollars, rappin like I'm Steve Austin Made of steel, diamonds glitter on the Ampex reel Superchargin my brain cells, glowin extra large and my afro sheen, skin color should be green Girls in the backseat, with thongs stuck between they booboo I'm rappin through you, on sidelines he's talkin to you My finesse in Batmobiles, cruise with Adam West Down Bronx streets and project buildings holdin flashlights Daily newsies, pull your maxi's out, in the movies Make you think fast, rub powder on your diaper rash Catch you with stomachs out, bumps out, and Jimmy Craig'n You still be beggin, with that body shaped, like an egg'n Rhinoceros funk, with panties piled in the trunk Playboy books with Black Tail, my boy, readin Hustler I pull up with no Benz, just a Plymouth Duster Cruisin around town, naked bumpin James Brown Underwear light blue, scratchin balls with hands down You see me comin passin rappers like I'm Mr. Drummond On your street pee, your colored socks, smell like feet Timberland boots walk in Bentley's with my space suits Astronaut sneakers standin hard by the speakers Kool Keith..
Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 2X)
We got butlers with maids, condos built, in Brazil Chrysler Cordovas, Monte Carlos on the hill The raw ingredients, with hands on experience with Nissan trucks, worth a hundred thousand bucks We got butlers with maids, condos built, in Brazil Chrysler Cordovas, Monte Carlos on the hill The raw ingredients, with hands on experience with Nissan trucks, worth a hundred thousand bucks
[What What] + first four lines overlap chorus What's he talking about? I don't get it.. .. Hmmmm.. Ooooh! .. Yo I bust my own, ready to feel thrusts My lust explodes in loads, feelin like Big Pun The crush, rushin to phones, for episodes, atone for sex and videos, layin at home, that's stamped with X (hahaha) You feelin me yet? Well then I, guess I'll commence with my five niggaz rubbin, resort-in to self lovin White blood runnin (yo well that's some really nasty shit) Oh, oh well I wouldn't y'all thinkin I'm a sadomasochist I'm past the list of niggaz who masturbate I flash my wrists, when there's no brothers to pass the gate Holdin myself down when I'm on the clit I've got gadgets like I'm fuckin James Bond and shit Flippin myself, hittin the spots, keepin it hot Got the lights off, porn's on, ready to rock, fukkit "Ohhh What What!" I praise myself And I haven't went blind, I've got days of health Even amazed at the stealth speed my hand flicks I represent for chicks and niggaz with they hands on they shit Hah, you got experience?
Chorus
[Bobbito Garcia] Yo yo yo It's Hand Solo, one time again I'm no jerk my friends, just for dick again and again I put a towel up on the floor for easy post-cleanup, get up, close my door So my roommate won't bust me like my mom did, and my dad did and my college roommate did, with jerkers in my palm That's why now, I do it dry So that's the set up, I tilt my head up puy my fingers on my nipple, swish around my pre-cum dribble Rippin epidermis cause it's easy to be Shootin loads to go to bed, cause it makes me sleepy Titties on my mind, close to ejaculation Anal perspiration, heavy inhalation I strive for the shoulders, in Boulder Colorado Shoot on walls and toilet stalls is my motto It's like that y'all y'all and you don't dare stop stop I grab my cock until the cum drops Mr. Eon -- you got hands on experience? (You know I do) Grab the mic and get delerious
[Mr. Eon] Callouses on my hand, both left and right Vaseline, magazine, and my lovin hand with a tight slip, put my wood in a vice grip And then Janet Jack-me with them fine ass lips I spew goo in the form of Elmer's Glue Up in my mind, a pornography who's who Channel 35 receiver, dick reliever Spank to the thought, of me shavin beavers I'm Mr. Miyagi, wax on, wax off I even jerked at dinner, on the tableclothes Paper towel napkins, tissue's not the issue I know you be fearin this, hands on experience
So there you have it Live, from the perverted minds of Kool Keith, What What, Bobbito and Mr. Eon Another case of hands on experience
Put your left hand on, pull your left hand off Put your right hand on, and we jerk it til it's soft We do the knuckle shuffle til the cum run out That's what it's all about!
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[Kool Keith] You know baby I've been thinkin about you a lot You know I've been doin a lot of.. private things on my own Just me in the bathroom, by myself You know, a little hands on experience You know, just a little thing for myself
Yo, I'm six million dollars, rappin like I'm Steve Austin Made of steel, diamonds glitter on the Ampex reel Superchargin my brain cells, glowin extra large and my afro sheen, skin color should be green Girls in the backseat, with thongs stuck between they booboo I'm rappin through you, on sidelines he's talkin to you My finesse in Batmobiles, cruise with Adam West Down Bronx streets and project buildings holdin flashlights Daily newsies, pull your maxi's out, in the movies Make you think fast, rub powder on your diaper rash Catch you with stomachs out, bumps out, and Jimmy Craig'n You still be beggin, with that body shaped, like an egg'n Rhinoceros funk, with panties piled in the trunk Playboy books with Black Tail, my boy, readin Hustler I pull up with no Benz, just a Plymouth Duster Cruisin around town, naked bumpin James Brown Underwear light blue, scratchin balls with hands down You see me comin passin rappers like I'm Mr. Drummond On your street pee, your colored socks, smell like feet Timberland boots walk in Bentley's with my space suits Astronaut sneakers standin hard by the speakers Kool Keith..
Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 2X)
We got butlers with maids, condos built, in Brazil Chrysler Cordovas, Monte Carlos on the hill The raw ingredients, with hands on experience with Nissan trucks, worth a hundred thousand bucks We got butlers with maids, condos built, in Brazil Chrysler Cordovas, Monte Carlos on the hill The raw ingredients, with hands on experience with Nissan trucks, worth a hundred thousand bucks
[What What] + first four lines overlap chorus What's he talking about? I don't get it.. .. Hmmmm.. Ooooh! .. Yo I bust my own, ready to feel thrusts My lust explodes in loads, feelin like Big Pun The crush, rushin to phones, for episodes, atone for sex and videos, layin at home, that's stamped with X (hahaha) You feelin me yet? Well then I, guess I'll commence with my five niggaz rubbin, resort-in to self lovin White blood runnin (yo well that's some really nasty shit) Oh, oh well I wouldn't y'all thinkin I'm a sadomasochist I'm past the list of niggaz who masturbate I flash my wrists, when there's no brothers to pass the gate Holdin myself down when I'm on the clit I've got gadgets like I'm fuckin James Bond and shit Flippin myself, hittin the spots, keepin it hot Got the lights off, porn's on, ready to rock, fukkit "Ohhh What What!" I praise myself And I haven't went blind, I've got days of health Even amazed at the stealth speed my hand flicks I represent for chicks and niggaz with they hands on they shit Hah, you got experience?
Chorus
[Bobbito Garcia] Yo yo yo It's Hand Solo, one time again I'm no jerk my friends, just for dick again and again I put a towel up on the floor for easy post-cleanup, get up, close my door So my roommate won't bust me like my mom did, and my dad did and my college roommate did, with jerkers in my palm That's why now, I do it dry So that's the set up, I tilt my head up puy my fingers on my nipple, swish around my pre-cum dribble Rippin epidermis cause it's easy to be Shootin loads to go to bed, cause it makes me sleepy Titties on my mind, close to ejaculation Anal perspiration, heavy inhalation I strive for the shoulders, in Boulder Colorado Shoot on walls and toilet stalls is my motto It's like that y'all y'all and you don't dare stop stop I grab my cock until the cum drops Mr. Eon -- you got hands on experience? (You know I do) Grab the mic and get delerious
[Mr. Eon] Callouses on my hand, both left and right Vaseline, magazine, and my lovin hand with a tight slip, put my wood in a vice grip And then Janet Jack-me with them fine ass lips I spew goo in the form of Elmer's Glue Up in my mind, a pornography who's who Channel 35 receiver, dick reliever Spank to the thought, of me shavin beavers I'm Mr. Miyagi, wax on, wax off I even jerked at dinner, on the tableclothes Paper towel napkins, tissue's not the issue I know you be fearin this, hands on experience
So there you have it Live, from the perverted minds of Kool Keith, What What, Bobbito and Mr. Eon Another case of hands on experience
Put your left hand on, pull your left hand off Put your right hand on, and we jerk it til it's soft We do the knuckle shuffle til the cum run out That's what it's all about!
That's what it's all about
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