Don't Fight the Feelin'

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
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 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
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 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
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 Don't fight the feeling
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 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
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 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
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 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!
 Don't fight the feeling
 Don't fight the feeling
 Don't fight the feeling
 Don't fight the feeling
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 Don't fight the feeling
 Don't fight the feeling
 Don't fight the feeling
 Don't fight the feeling