Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hands On Experience pt II , by - The High & MightyRelease date: 09.08.2018
Song language: English
Hands On Experience pt II |
| 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. |
| 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’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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas with they hands on they shit |
| Hah, you got experience? |
| 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 |
| 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 |