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Don't Fight The Feeling



Too $hort - Don't Fight The Feeling (feat. Rappin 4-tay) - Текст песни

Too $hort: 

Say hoe 
yeah you 
Can I ask you a question 
You like to fuck? 
Oh, you don't want me to talk to you like that 
Will you like to make love? 

I saw you walking down the street, and I had to stop 
Turn up the radio and drop the top 
I see you look so good, and your so fine 
Young tender, would you be mine 
I get you in my car, drive you to my house 
Cuz I'm a mack, I cold turn you out 
I wont ask, and I sure won't beg 
Reach right over and rub your leg 
I let my hand slide between your miniskirt 
Slip a finger in your panties, straight go to work 
What time is it, don't watch the clock 
Lay back baby doll and I'll rock the cock 
Funky Fresh I am, and I always can, Freak Nasty 
I'm the man 
I take you out to the finest resturant 
Buy you any damn thing that you want 
You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose 
But later on your coming out them pantie hose 
You want gold, girl whats next 
It's me and you, doing the sex 
So now you know I'm just a freak 
Give it up baby, I can't wait to weeks 
I want it all, Don't say I won't 
Get it girl, now I'm telling you don't 

-girls voice- 

Nigger please 
You provoke no feeling 
You must of forgot, the girls of whom you're dealing 
We haven't the urge, to get busy 
Like those dizy lizys, who used to dance for you, your through 
I can't put it more blunt, your vocab is restricted 
You're addicted, to the words you inflicted 
Time after time, line after line 
Talking bout the bitches that are on your mind 
Do they call you short, because of your height or your width 
Dis me boy, I'll hang your balls from a cliff 
Wrapped around a slinky, your a dinky 
It's an easy task, to the corner cause the curb didn't want your ass 
Your name is yuck mouth, you don't brush 
Gotta cover your mouth like this 
They call you yuck mouth 
You refuse to brush, no sweetheart you can keep that kiss 
Your a freak with no tale 
You have no ass, class,you can't pass, your simply trash 
Your a typical nigger, the kind you don't take home 
???? tights and Barbie from the dangerous zone 
Like a short dogg that carries fleas 
You make my ass itch, twitch, don't you wish you could scratch it 
And grab it like you want it 
The name fits cause your all up on it... 

-Too $hort- 

Get mad if you want, I won't front 
When it's time to hump, won't be no punk 
Roll your ass over and tap the butt 
Too $hort baby all in them guts 
I'm not your ABC, from the alphabet 
Every letter I'll write'll get your pussy wet 
It's just a freaky note, from me to you 
At the bottom I signed it Playboy II 
I'm a player, bitch, I thought you knew 
Like every other nigger in my crew 
I bump hoes, now it's your turn 
Tell me young tender when will you learn 
I cold mack like pimps you know 
Won't sell you though, or sell your blow 
Just your average everyday straight bump up bitch 
My gold rings come from spitz 
Look baby, You know what I want 
Your acting like it's that time of the month 
Are you bleeding, can't think about sex 
Irritated by your Kotex 
We don't need to kiss, we don't have to fuck 
I'll pull out my dick bitch, you can suck 
Now here, don't say I won't 
Get it girl, now I'm telling you don't... 

-Girls Voice- 

Punk I'm not a tease, I'm not a skeezer 
And most definately, not a dick pleaser 
You dreaming ,and sceeming, and fiending for my lust 
You don't have enough 
For you I feel disgust 
Wait, smoke things I hate 
For goodness sakes, If I wanted someone small I would masturbate 
I'm not talking 'bout your height, weight, or what you dream 
When I say too short, you know what I mean 
You see, I need man, not a boy to approach me 
Your lame game, really insults me 
Your name is Too $hort, or shall I say too skinny 
If size were money honey, you wouldn't have a penny 
Little boy, your not a player 
I'm your savior 
To try to get at me, shows of gracious behavior 
I have to sit on my feet to come down to your level 
Your mother should have hung you, from her umbilical cord 
If she would have known your mission 
Okay little boy, here's a proposition 
You wanna bit of danger, Step you to my zone 
You call yourself a dogg, thatz how I'll send you home 
With your tail between your legs, screeching and whining 
Jealous of you got some, nigger please your lying 
Cause I fight the feeling, that would have to be one 
And mathmatically, me plus you equals none... 

-Rappin 4 Tay- 

I am the rapper that they call 4 tay 
I'm gon tell you like my homie Short Dogg would say 
Hoes in the world, trying to play it sweet 
Knowing damn well that they wanna freak 
Some do this for maybe a week 
And then it's cool to get up under the sheets 
Trying to work that thang, but she said no 
That's about as far as it's going to go 
So I toss and turn, to make it loose 
Finally she feels the act right juice 
Some of you hoes say, oh that's nasty 
Back of your coat say sweet and sassy 
24 deep, that's how you sleep 
Undercover freak every day of the week 
You see some of you freaks just need to quit it 
Playing that role like you ain't with it 
The rest of you freaks just won't admit it 
Especially when you know just who can get it 
Ain't body tripping cuz I know I'm right 
You could be black or you could be white 
For a (low bass) girl it really don't take to long 
But a (low bass) girl's always trying to turn ya on 
With a little squeze, but it's just a tease 
Give it some time, she'll be on her knees 
Then I'll pick her up, so I can work the butt 
Baby, I just wanna try to bust a nut 
But don't get me wrong, cause you started it all 
Coming to my house in a Cam or ??sump?? 
But when it's time for me to shove 
Then you front on all that love 
First you said that I deserve it 
Now you fight, don't want to serve it 
Gave it some time, so make up your mind 
Don't fight the feeling, this time to own whine 
You was talking 'bout you gunna give my some 
But I'm Rappin 4 Tay it don't make me numb... 

-Too $hort- 

Yeah man, the little hoes got ill 
So now it's time to get way to real 
I know they never have some real dick 
They need to quit talking that childish shit 
You wanna rank hoe 
Go get your bank hoe 
My little dick'll have you screaming though 
Because when it comes to sex, you don't know what's up 
Your still playing that finger fuck 
See I'm a grown man 
I bust some young cock out 
I like big butts, not big mouths 
I know some little girls'll break you down in bed 
Pull your drawers down, give you some head 
But little girl, you wanna have some fun 
You better go to magic mountain cuz your way too young 
So at this point, I can't really say shit 
Ain't dropping no lines, I'll just call you a bitch...Beyotch!!!
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