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[Intro: Teddy Riley]
Oh!
[Verse 1: Teddy Riley]
Turn the heat up
The [?] about to speed up
My cup's running empty, I'm 'bout to free up
Shawty, shawty dancin' to fuck the place up
She had to get touched
I slapped her on the butt
She turned and smiled, and said
"Look, but don't touch
You're doing too much
If you wanna push up
I'll free up, but you need to ease up
And you need a [?]
[Verse 2: Chauncey "Black" Hannibal]
The game's simple
I bang it up with the sheet, lay cripple
In the Range, poppin' champagne
She do her damn thing
Strip and gave brain
[?] switched lanes
Do you wanna party tonight?
Are you tryna get naughty tonight?
If you roll with me, then you roll with a king
And we can do all sorts of freaky things
And then she said
[Chorus:]
Dance with me, dance with mе
Don't touch my ass when I
Shake it for ya, shake it baby
Don't feel my ass whеn you
Walk with me, talk with me
Don't touch my ass if you
Talk, baby, walk, baby
You can take me home tonight
[Verse 3: Mark Middleton]
It's crucial that I need to get to you
Rip them jeans, girl, I rip right through you
Damn, that booty looks nice
It's all juicy and right
I wanna take a bite
Hell yeah, sure ya right
I wanna hug it, get aggressive
Fuck it, grip my hands and I cuff it
I wanna squeeze it, tease it
Make it jiggle, wiggle
But I love when it moves, yeah
[Verse 4: Eric "E" Williams]
I'm a titty man
But shawty, when I saw your [?]
It's like [?] like a garbage can
Do you wanna dance?
I grab you by your hand
Girl, let's jam, then we scram
To the crib, bust some old-fashion cockin'
Bustin' springs, and the post is knockin'
Wakin' up the neighbors, all the dogs is barkin'
But we keep on rockin' til the roosters cluck
And she said
[Chorus: Blackstreet]
Dance with me, dance with me
Don't touch my ass when I
Shake it for ya, shake it baby
Don't feel my ass when you
Walk with me, talk with me
Don't touch my ass if you
Talk, baby, walk, baby
You can take me home tonight
[Chorus: Blackstreet, Mark Middleton, Mr. Cheeks]
Dance with me, dance with me (Oh)
Don't touch my ass when I
Shake it for ya, shake it baby (Shake it for me, baby)
Don't feel my ass when you
Walk with me, talk with me (Walk, talk, yeah)
Don't touch my ass if you
Talk, baby, walk, baby
You can take me home tonight
[Verse 5: Mr. Cheeks]
Hey, it's good seeing you again
And I'm still tryna show you how I do again
It's you I'm after, shawty
[?] either
I told my nigga Ted that I don't want her, I need her
Shit, lemme get that
Smoke, drink, and chit chat
Now, basically, I don't really wanna hit that
I ain't getting through? I spit enough lines already
Excuse my hands, but it feels like they're mine already
Now, throw that ass on me
My hands up on your thighs, and
It's getting hot in here, the temperature is risin'
Your skin's wet, you look like a [?]
Your attitude, what's your style?
Yo, a nigga loves that
Keep me waitin' [?], cause when I get you
You gon' let everybody know I'm wit you
But until then, I'ma tilt and
Wait 'til you're ready for your feet to hit the ceiling
Stop playin' with me, tonight you stayin' with me
Basically, you know how it is, I'm the Wiz
I get spent, representin' Blackstreet
[?] hot lyrics, and a fat beat
Don't mean to touch your ass like that
But listen, shawty, your ass times fat
I'm just lettin' you know I'm not lettin' you go
You'se incredible, yo, haha
[Chorus: Blackstreet, Teddy Riley]
Dance with me, dance with me
(Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down, now)
Don't touch my ass when I
(Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down, now)
Shake it for ya, shake it baby
(Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down, now)
Don't feel my ass when you
(Shake it down, eeeee)
Walk with me, talk with me
(Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down, now)
Don't touch my ass if you
(Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down, now)
Talk, baby, walk, baby
(Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down, now)
You can take me home tonight
[Outro: Teddy Riley]
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Don’t Touch was written by Lionel Richie & Milan Williams & Ronald LaPread & Teddy Riley & Terrance Kelly & Thomas McClary & Walter Orange & William King.
Don’t Touch was produced by Leroy Burgess.
Blackstreet released Don’t Touch on Wed Jan 01 2003.