[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