Don't Fight the Feeling Karaoke - Too Short & Danger Zone & Rappin' 4-Tray
To nagranie jest coverem Don't Fight the Feeling rozsławionym przez Too Short
feat. Danger Zone & Rappin' 4-Tray
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About
Tempo takie jak w orginale: 102.04 BPM
Tonacja taka jak orginał: Hm
Czas trwania: 08:21 - Podgląd na stronie:
03:31
EXPLICIT LYRICS
Data wydania: 1988
Genres:
Rap & Hip-Hop, W języku angielskim
Słowa oryginalne: Kevin Duane Mc Cord
Wszystkie dostępne do pobrania pliki to backing tracks, a nie oryginalne utwory.
Tekst Don't Fight the Feeling
Say ho
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 walkin' 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 'cos 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 comin' off with them pantyhose
You want gold
Girl what's next
It's me and you doin' 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 tellin' you don't
Uh
Nigga please
You provoke no feelin'
You must've forgot the girls of whom you're dealin'
We haven't the urge to get busy like those dizy lizys 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
Talkin' 'bout the bitches that are on your mind
Do they call you $hort 'cos of your height or your width
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 'cos 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
You're simply trash
You're a typical nigga
The kind you don't take home
This is Entyce 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 'cos you're all up on it
Uh
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 actin' like it's that time of the month
Are you bleedin'
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 tellin' you don't
Punk I'm not a tease
I'm not a skeezer
And most definitely not a dick pleaser
You dreamin' and schemin' and fiendin' for my lust
You don't have enough
For you I feel disgust
Wait, small thing I hate
For goodness sake's
If I wanted someone small
I would masturbate
I'm not talkin' 'bout your height weight or what you dream
When I say Too short you know what I mean
You see I need a 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 audacious behavior
I've got to sit on my feet to come down to your level
Your mother should've 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 dog that's how I'll send you home
With your tail between your legs
Screechin' and whinin'
Dare to say you got some
Nigga please you're lyin'
'Cos to fight the feelin' there would have to be one
And mathematically me plus you equals none
Uh
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 tryin' to play it sweet knowin' damn well that they wanna freak
Some do this for maybe a week
And then it's cool to get up under the sheets
Tryin' to work that thang but she said No
That's about as far as it's goin' to go
So I toss and turn to make it loose
Finally she feels the act right juice
Some of you hoes say
Ooh that's nasty
Back of your coat say sweet and sassy
Twenty-four deep that's how you sleep
Undercover freak every day of the week
You see some of you freaks just need to quit it playin' 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 trippin' 'cos I know I'm right
You could be black or you could be white
For girl it really don't take too long
But a girl's always tryin' to turn you 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 'cos you started it all
Comin' 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 wanna serve it
Gave it some time
So make up your mind
Don't fight the feelin'
It's time to unwind
You was talkin' 'bout you gon' give my some but I'm Rappin' 4-Tay
It don't make me none
Uh
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 talkin' that childish shit
You wanna rank ho
Go get your bank ho
My little dick'll have you screamin' No
'Cos when it comes to sex you don't know what's up
You're still playin' 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 'cos your way too young
So at this poin
I really can't say shit
Ain't droppin' no lines
I'll just call you a bitch
Biatch
Uh
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