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?
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