Let the record play, let the record play, let the record play
The way that you dance, the way that you move
the way that you stare at me across the room
You carry Dion bags, and you got your Chanel
You wear Loius Vuttion, Ace-G and YSL
Now I got Baby Nate, I got DCMA
I got brass knuckles hangin from my neck and my chain
I got a model 26, but she stays in her place
I got a curve shaw neatly tucked inside of my waist
And the record keeps playin the same old song
The hipsters be muggin on me all night long
They say " ah, ah, ah, ah
Keep your hands off my girl!
Keep your hands off my girl!"
They say, "ah, ah, ah, ah"
but the record keeps playin the same old song
They say "ah, ah, ah, ah
Keep your hands off my girl!
Keep your hands off my girl!
Now she's sweatin my friends, and my Hurricane shoes
She likes the records I spin, my Adam Parton tattoos
But she can't say whats up, so what does she do?
she just stays posted up the other side of the room
I got AMC tattooed on my hand, I got Black Wallstreet
on a black bandana
And the record keeps playin the same old song
The hipsters be muggin on me all night long
They say " ah, ah, ah, ah
Keep your hands off my girl!
Keep your hands off my girl!"
They say, "ah, ah, ah, ah"
but the record keeps playin the same old song
They say "ah, ah, ah, ah
Keep your hands off my girl!
Keep your hands off my girl!
She, she, she don't wanna talk about it
He, he, he wants to fight about me
me I don't wanna fight about it
I just wanna be about it. I'm just tryin to stay
up out it
Stepped out the wagon
You know the boys starts to hate
The girls that came with them thats like "thats not the boy she dates"
They get to fightin and swearin, and now their boyfriends are starin
The disco ball on the ceilin, looks like the chain that I'm wearin
But the music keeps playin
I got brass knuckles hangin from my neck and my chain
I got brass knuckles hangin from my neck and my chain
And the record keeps playin the same old song
The hipsters be muggin on me all night long
They say " ah, ah, ah, ah
Keep your hands off my girl!
Keep your hands off my girl!"
They say, "ah, ah, ah, ah"
but the record keeps playin the same old song
They say "ah, ah, ah, ah
Keep your hands off my girl!
Keep your hands off my girl!
You carry Dion bags and you got your Chanel
You wear Louis Vuttion, Ace-G and YSL
Now I got Baby Nate, I got DCMA
I got Brass knuckles hangin from my neck and my chain
I got Brass knuckles hangin from my neck and my chain
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