| Song | Five Feet |
| Artist | Aceyalone |
| Album | Accepted Eclectic |
| 作词 : Hayes | |
| 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 **** 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 |
| zuò cí : Hayes | |
| 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 up, | |
| No i ain' t stuck up | |
| I just don' t want to hear your moans and groans | |
| And hickups 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, crazyass 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 |