\"Lyrics
SEARCH HERE:
BROWSE 409412 LYRICS BY ARTIST/BAND NAME:
#A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
SITE MENU
Last Updates
Request Lyrics
Submit / Correct
Popularity Charts
VISITORS
Login / Register
Your Thoughts
My Playlists
[ More Rappin' 4-Tay lyrics ]
add to playlist     see a mistake?    comment

Artist/Band: Rappin' 4-Tay
Lyrics for Song: Don't Fight The Feeling
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - 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

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 restaurant

Buy you any damn thing that you want

You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose

But later on your coming out them pantie hose



You want gold, girl whats 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 to weeks

I want it all, don't say I won't

Get it girl, now I'm telling you don't



Nigger 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 dizzy 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 width

Dis 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 nigger, the kind you don't take home

[Unverified] 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



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 will 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 nigger 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 though, or sell your 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



Punk I'm not a tease, I'm not a squeezer

And most definitely, not a dick pleaser

You dreaming and scheming

And fending for my lust



You don't have enough for you I feel disgust, wait, smoke things 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 $hort, 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 of gracious 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, nigger please your lying

'Cuz I fight the feeling, that would have to be one

And mathematically, me plus you equals none



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 girl it really don't take to long

(Low bass)

But girl's always trying to turn ya on

(Low bass)

With a little squeeze but it's just a tease

Give it 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 Cam or sump



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, this time to own whine

You was talking 'bout you gonna give my some

But I'm Rappin' 4 Tay it don't make me numb



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 will 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 will 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


Album Lyrics: Other Songs - Rappin' 4-Tay


Rappin' 4-Tay
"Other Songs - Rappin' 4-Tay"


1. 25-2-Life
2. 360 Degrees
3. Back Again
4. Dank Season
5. Don't Fight The Feeling
6. I Paid My Dues
7. New Trump
8. Off Parole
9. Only God Can Judge Me
10. Playaz Club
11. Rumors
12. Throw It Up
13. What's Wrong Wit The Game