| You can’t touch this, you can’t touch this
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| You can’t touch this, you can’t touch this
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| You can’t touch this
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| My, my, my music hits me so hard
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| Makes me say, «Oh my Lord»
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| Thank you for blessing me
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| With a mind to rhyme and two hype feet
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| It feels good when you know you’re down
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| A super dope homeboy from the Oak Town
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| And I’m known as such
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| And this is a beat, uh, you can’t touch
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| I told you homeboy
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| (You can’t touch this)
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| Yeah, that’s how we living and you know
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| (You can’t touch this)
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| Look at my eyes, man
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| (You can’t touch this)
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| Yo, let me bust the funky lyrics
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| (You can’t touch this)
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| Fresh new kicks, advance
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| You gotta like that, now you know you wanna dance
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| So move, outta your seat
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| And get a fly girl and catch this beat
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| While it’s rolling, hold on
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| Pump a little bit and let 'em know it’s going on
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| Like that, like that cold on a mission so fall them back
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| Let 'em know, that you’re too much
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| And this is a beat, uh, you can’t touch
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| Yo, I told you
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| (You can’t touch this)
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| Why you standing there, man?
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| (You can’t touch this)
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| Yo, sound the bell, school is in, sucka
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| (You can’t touch this)
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| Give me a song or rhythm
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| Make 'em sweat, that’s what I’m giving 'em
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| Now, they know
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| You talking about the Hammer you talking about a show
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| That’s hype, and tight
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| Singers are sweating so pass them a wipe
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| Or a tape to learn |