Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Put Your Hands on Me, artist - Boyz N Da Hood. Date of issue: 20.06.2005
Song language: English
Don't Put Your Hands on Me |
| Well it’s a lot of y’all thinking y’all got great big balls |
| Bout to get everybody wit ya hit cause you ain’t heard bout us |
| We on the curb trying to get it like everybody |
| And we some thugs so we ain’t even worried bout ya |
| Who gives a fuck bout where you hang and who you hung wit |
| I could care less which one of you punks the punk bitch |
| If it’s my word best believe I’ma stand on it |
| Try me like I’m playing my man I’ma put my hands on ya |
| Fuck security they a bunch of hoes |
| Bout to get they damn thongs exposed (yeeaahh) |
| And I got that feeling |
| Say the wrong damn thing nigga have ya dancing on the ceiling |
| I ain’t lotto but I’m rich nigga |
| And I’ma still smoke cause you’d a bitch nigga |
| Jeezy a grown ass man homie |
| Say what you want but don’t put your hands on me |
| Niggaz looking like they want some action |
| Shake something lets see what’s happening |
| Act a donkey start the yapping we gon' get it cracking |
| We make your whole click stop, drop, and then bitch |
| Purchase Moet bottles just to bust you cross the head wit |
| Cuz the shits gon' get gritty as a sewer pit |
| Boyz N Da Hood bitch guess we gotta a truer click |
| And we gon' show them lames exactly what they dealing wit |
| Watch them dumb fucks cuddle up when the tool clicks |
| My poultry died |
| My car got towed today |
| My lights ain’t on |
| My folks stole all the yay |
| My piss dirty P.O. |
| gon' told the state |
| Rent late trying to find me a home to stay |
| Bench warrants in bout 4 southeastern states |
| Last night I shot a nigga all in the face |
| I just got another call full of bad news |
| Touch me I’ma kill ya got problems and an attitude |
| Now I’m off up in the club drunk, twisted and booted |
| You don’t wanna test the gangsta when the grams get tooted |
| Pack a plastic pistol partner please believe I’ll shoot it |
| It’s the perfect time and place when you want me to prove it |
| You can huff and puff like the big bad wolf |
| I’ll bar ya face up tight and sport the kick ass look |
| You can flabber jack, chow jack, talk back |
| cuss me, tongue wrestle til ya tongue tied |
| But don’t touch me |
| I’m such a gangsta I don’t tout glocks |
| Pop the trunk pump ya ass like some Reeboks |
| And I’m strapped I ain’t slipping |
| Red jersey on Jeezy still cropping |
| At any time I’m willing to pop the clip in |
| Cock back one up in ya hip and see if you limp then |
| I done said just about what the fuck I’ma say |
| So I’ma leave saying nigga stay the fuck out my face cause I ain’t playing |