Don't Fight The Feeling Lyrics - 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 

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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 restaurant 

Buy you any damn thing that you want 

You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose 

But later on you're coming off with them pantyhose 

You want gold, girl what's 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 two weeks 

I want it all, don't say I won't 

Get it girl, now I'm telling you don't 

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Nigga please, you provoke no feeling 

You must've 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 weight? 

Diss 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 

You're a freak with no tale 

You have no ass, class, you can't pass, your simply trash 

You're a typical nigga, 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 

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 nigga 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 dope or sell you blow 

Just your average everyday straight bump up bitch 

My gold rings come from spitz 

Look, baby, you know what I want 

You're 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 

Punk, I'm not a tease, I'm not a skeezer 

And most definitely not a dick pleaser 

You dreaming and scheming and fiending for my lust 

You don't have enough, for you I feel disgust 

Wait, small thing 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 Short or shall I say 'Too Skinny' 

If size were money honey, you wouldn't have a penny 

Little boy, you're not a player, I'm your savior 

To try to get at me shows your bodacious 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, nigga please you're lying 

Cause I fight the feeling, that would have to be one 

And mathematically, me plus you equals none 

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 nobody tripping 'cuz I know I'm right 

You could be black or you could be white 

For a black girl it really don't take too long 

But a white girl's always tryin' to turn ya on 

With a little squeze, but it's just a tease 

Give her 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 camisole 

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, it's time to unwind 

You was talking 'bout you gunna give my some 

But I'm Rappin' 4 Tay, it don't make me numb 

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 

You're 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