Don't Fight the Feelin'
Too Short, Too $hort
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Say hoe Yeah you Can I ask you a question You like to f*ck? 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 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 you're coming out 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 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 dizzy 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 Talking bout the bitches 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, 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 tail 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 'cause you're 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'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 f*ck 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 skeezer And most definately, not a dick pleaser You're dreaming, and scheaming, and fiending for my lust You don't have enough, for you I feel disgust Wait, small 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 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 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? Nigga please you're lying 'Cause to fight the feeling, there would have to be one And mathmatically, 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 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 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 none 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 ho Go get your bank ho My little dick'll have you screaming no Because when it comes to sex, you don't know what's up You're still playing that finger f*ck 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 really can't say shit Ain't dropping no lines, I'll just call you a bitch Beyotch!
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10 facts about this song
Release & Chart Success"Don't Fight the Feelin'" is a song by American rapper Too Short from his fifth album "Life Is...Too Short". It was released in 1989 and reached the number 6 spot on the Billboard Hip Hop Charts.
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Signature SongThe song is often acknowledged as one of Too Short's signature tracks and helped solidify his standing in the West Coast hip-hop scene during the late '80s and early '90s.
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Album SuccessThe album "Life Is...Too Short" that features this song went double platinum, selling well over 2 million copies. This was a significant achievement for Too Short and largely attributable to the success of "Don't Fight the Feelin'".
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ControversyThe song, along with others from Too Short, faced significant controversy due to its explicit content and themes of sex and drug use. Many radio stations refused to play it.
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Sampled by Other Artists"Don't Fight the Feelin'" has been sampled by several other artists in their songs, including Nas and Jay Z, showing its enduring impact and influence in the hip-hop genre.
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CollaborationThe song features vocal contributions from Rappin' 4-Tay, Danger Zone, and Ant Banks. This made it a unique collaboration in Too Short's catalog.
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Music VideoA music video was made for "Don't Fight the Feelin'" and it gained popularity on YouTube. The video often depicts Too Short rapping while surrounded by women, which reflects the song's theme.
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Live PerformancesToo Short frequently includes "Don't Fight the Feelin'" in his setlist for live performances. Despite its age, it remains a fan favorite during concerts.
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Longest TrackThe track is one of the longest in Too Short's discography, clocking in at over eight minutes in length.
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Last Song"Don't Fight the Feelin'" is the last track on the "Life Is...Too Short" album. It concludes the album on a high note.
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