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