Can't touch this
Can't touch this
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My, my, my, my
Music hits me so hard, makes me say: "Oh, my Lord.
Thank you for blessing me
With a mind to rhyme and two hyped feet"
It feels good when you know you're down
A super dope homeboy from the Oaktown
And I'm known as such
And this is a beat, uh, you can't touch
Can't touch this
Can't touch this
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Can't touch this
(Can't touch this)
I told you, homeboy
You can't touch this
Yeah, that's how we livin', and ya know
You can't touch this
Look in my eyes, man
You can't touch this
Yo, let me bust the funky Iyrics
You can't touch this
Can't touch this
Can't touch this
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