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- James D. Clark
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Aceyalone - Текст песни Five Feet
One two, one two
You got the levels straight?
Lets do my thing
Talking shit while he was rollin' his weed
My niger hit him in the face
He didn't know that disrespect
Would lead to such a serious case.
If you knew how to read the situation
You would stay in your place.
If there is one thing that everyone one needs
Is their God damn space
Let me talk about it as I rock it
Give me five feet,
All around the world,
I don't want no body touching me unless it's my girls
I give a pound of hugs some love but that's that
Don't be tapping my shoulders
Or patting me on the back
Or pullin' my arm
Checkin my size
I'm liable to do you harm,
My temple is my prize
I'm wise and on the really
I ain't too touchy feely
If you put your hands up on me,
I might just smack you silly
There a billion people
Touch somebody else, touch yourself
I'll be sure to get at you if I need your help
But until then, maybe when I'm dead, or still
But to touch you without touchin' you is one of my gifts
Talking shit while she was drunk at the bar,
My homey slapped her in the face
She didn't know that disrespect
Would lead to such a serious case
If she knew how to read the situation
She would stay in her place
If it's one thing that everyone needs is their God damn space
Why you all up up under me,
Screamin in my ear
Why you tryin to talk over the music
When you know we barely can hear
Why you tuggin on my coat tail
Grabbin on my sleeve
Yo cover your mouth when you cough around me
Don't touch me when you sneeze
I don't like disease,
I don't want to give you what I've got
Yo hit the weed,
But what I don't need is somebody always in my spot
Stadin when I'm standing,
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Breathin down my neck
Yo have some respect
I guess you think that water ain't wet
Just back the back the fuck up,
No I ain't stuck up
I just don't want to hear your moans and groans
And hick-ups and stuff
Being recorded with the tape recorders all in my grill
But touchin you without touchin you is one of my skills
Talkin shit while he was up at the mic.
Somebody hit him in the face
He didn't know that disrespect
Would lead to such a serious case
If he knew how to read the situation
He would stay in his place
If there is one thing that everyone needs
Is there goddamn space
Let me talk about it as I rock it
Now I'm a draw the lines on the ground and show you my squares
At least arms distance so stand over there
Hey love you know I miss you
And how we embrace,
But I let you know if I wanna kiss you
Or see how you taste
Yo we all got issues we need to face,
So don't think I'm tryin' to diss you
When I tell you the case
In case you wondering it's just like that
I practice telepathy
I already know what you're goona say
Before you step to me
I hate crowded elevators and downtown brush,
Pack trains, crazy-ass people on the bus,
Sometimes roll blush,
Lookin' so called crush,
But I'd rather teleport through space so y'all can bite my dust
Use body language baby,
I can dig that,
But homey you need to kick back and relax on the act
The bottom line is don't invade no body's own
Or maybe your own, sincerely aceyalone
Talking shit while he was walking the street,
Somebody shot him in the face
He didn't know that disrespect
Would lead to such a serious case,
If you knew how to read the situation
You would stay in your place
If there is one thing that every one needs
Is their goddamn space
Give me five feet all around the world
To each his own