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

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

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

Don′t fight the feeling

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

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

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

Don't fight the feeling

Don't fight the feeling

Don′t fight the feeling

Don′t fight the feeling