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    featuring Bobbito Garcia, Kool Keith, What What  
    [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..  
    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?  
    [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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