Hands On Experience Pt 2 Lyrics

Hands On Experience Pt 2 lyrics

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..  

 ..  

 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