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Текст песни Dont fight the feeling от исполнителя Too short

    Too short:

    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 you're coming off with them panyhose
    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

    -girls voice-

    Nigga 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 $hort 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
    Your a freak with no tale
    You have no ass, class,you can't pass, your simply trash
    Your 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...

    -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 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
    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 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 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 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 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...

    -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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Way too real
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The dangerous crew
The bitch sucks dick
Thats why
Thangs change
Tell the feds
Take my bitch
Survivin the game
Still strugglin
Step daddy
Somethin to ride to
So you want to be a gangster
Short rap
Short dogs in the house
Short but funky
Sample the funk
Rhymes
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Players
Playboy hort
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Pimp shit
Pimp me
Paystyle
Paula janet
Only the strong survive
Oakland style
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Nobody does it better
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