touch I cast my gaze on time worn images Pictures fade and hands grow older ragged leaves are tossed among the wind I walk alone, I walk alone!
touch I cast my gaze on time worn images Pictures fade and hands grow older ragged leaves are tossed among the wind I walk alone, I walk alone! I live
Never been that {nigga} If you really wanna test me, brother don't stress me Or you just be bowlin It's Reverand like a Jesse, brother that's just me and that's
boy and let's keep it the way yeah, let's keep it the way *2 Chorus: You can look, but you can't touch You can look, don't touch (don't touch),
is dialatin' This rap is so beautiful watch the source give it higher ratin's The 'tics j-just can't be faded, to nothin' that's star related More than just duplicated, Kenjuana's
' alone that really irks me You ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk Be smart and stop tryin' to walk how G's walk before we spark Hug the floor
a lie cause I ain't that type of guy And that's why I get totally appalled When females say I ain't nothin but a dog You ain't nothin but a dog You ain't
bag Money in the pocket, when I walk, my pants sag In and out of town, that's why the God look jet-lagged Sheek's still bangin', I ain't wavin' the red
but it's not the same though L-I-L R-O-B, S-A-N D-I-E-G-O [Chorus] S-A-N D-I-E-G-O, E-G-O San Diego S-A-N D-I-E-G-O, E-G-O San Diego S-A-N D-I-E-G-O
didn't know I got some moves that don't lose follow me Look at everybody's eyes, they're all on me Spotlights follow me for all to see Honestly, L-I-L
been that {nigga} If you really wanna test me, brother don't stress me Or you just be bowlin It's Reverand like a Jesse, brother that's just me and that's
KRS-One, here's, "My Philosophy" Settin' it off, with my monopoly If it ain't over, it's about to be And it damn sure ain't nuttin' stoppin' me Sangalo
Put back on the things you ask You the man when it's double dare I'm L I'm L It really didn't matter too much to me If he...didn't want you to ride with
on whispered in ya ear like girl your fine can i take ya home you said not hardly ain't tha kinda party walked off calmly like boy get off o' me then there's
s momma I'm all about the cheese and the lasagna Fuck what they say I run the bay Brought this bitch all the way to L.A. C.L.K. no C.L.S. Some dubz and
around the aftermath and the soldier got tough He tried to grab the woman's hand Said, "Here's a ring, it cost a grand" She said, "That ain't enough"
rear 'Cuz over there, you's allowed to throw somethin' in the air Music soundin' good, we hopped up out our chairs I'm close up on them smells, we're burnin' L's
