Don't Fight the Feelin' (feat. Rappin' 4-Tay)

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? Would 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 you're so fine Young tender, would you be mine I get you in my car, drive you to my house 'Cause I'm a mack, I cold turn you out I won't 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 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 Don't fight the feeling Don't fight the feeling Don't fight the feeling Don't fight the feeling 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 Dizzy Lizzie's who used to dance for you, you're 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, you're 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 Danger Zone Like a short dog 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 you're all up on it Don't fight the feeling Don't fight the feeling Don't fight the feeling Don't fight the feeling 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 Don't fight the feeling Don't fight the feeling Don't fight the feeling Don't fight the feeling Punk, I'm not a tease, I'm not a skeezer And most definitely not a dick pleaser You're 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 $hort 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 dog, that's 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 Don't fight the feeling Don't fight the feeling Don't fight the feeling Don't fight the feeling I am the rapper that they call 4-Tay I'm gon' tell you like my homie $hort Dog 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 'cause 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 squeeze, 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 Don't fight the feeling Don't fight the feeling Don't fight the feeling Don't fight the feeling Yeah man, the little hoes got ill So now it's time to get way too 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, 'cause you're 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, bitch! 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