Too $hort (too Short) - Don't Fight the Feeling lyrics

[Intro: Too Short] Say ho Yeah you Can I ask you a question? You like to f**? Oh, you don't want me to talk to you like that? Would you like to make love? [Verse 1: Too $hort] 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 Cuz 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 co*k 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 a** a rose But later on you're coming off with them pantyhose You want gold, girl what's next Its me and you, doing the s** 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 [Verse 2: Entice and Barbie of The Danger Zone] n***a 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 b**hes that are on your mind Do they call you $hort because of your height or your width? 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 a** 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 a**, cla**,you can't pa**, your simply trash Your a typical n***a, the kind you don't take home This is Entyce and Barbie from the Danger Zone Like a short dogg that carries fleas You make my a** 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... [Verse 3: Too $hort] Get mad if you want, I won't front When it's time to hump, won't be no punk Roll your a** over and tap the bu*t Too $hort baby all in them guts I'm not your ABC, from the alphabet Every letter I'll write'll get your p**y wet It's just a freaky note, from me to you At the bottom I signed it Playboy II I'm a player, b**h, I thought you knew Like every other n***a 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 b**h 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 s** Irritated by your Kotex We don't need to kiss, we don't have to f** I'll pull out my dick b**h, you can s** Now here, don't say I won't Get it girl, now I'm telling you don't... [Verse 4: Entice and Barbie of The Danger Zone] Punk I'm not a tease, I'm not a skeezer And most definately, not a dick pleaser You dreaming, and scheaming, 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, your not a player I'm your savior To try to get at me shows audacious behavior I've got 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 into my zone You call yourself a dogg, thatz how I'll send you home With your tail between your legs, screeching and whining Dare to say you got some? n***a please your lying Cause to fight the feeling, there would have to be one And mathmatically, me plus you equals none... [Verse 5: 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 sa**y 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 bu*t 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 none... [Verse 6: Too $hort] 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 sh** You wanna rank ho Go get your bank ho My little dick'll have you screaming no Because when it comes to s**, you don't know what's up Your still playing that finger f** See I'm a grown man I bust some young co*k out I like big bu*ts, 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 really can't say sh** Ain't dropping no lines, I'll just call you a b**h...Beyotch!!!