Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Five Feet, artist - Aceyalone. Album song Accepted Eclectic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.03.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: That Kind of
Song language: English
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 your his 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 of love some are like 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 someone always in my spot |
stadin when I’m standing, |
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 ya’ll 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 |