2 Pac - Toss It Up Lyrics
Verse oneLord have mercy, father help us allSince you supplied your phone number, I cant help but callTime for action, conversatin, we relaxin, kickin backGot ya curious about thug passion, now picture thatTongue kissin, hand full of hair, look in my eyesTime to make the bed rock, baby look how it riseMe and you movin in the *****, do it in the living roomSweatin up the sheets, its the thug in meI be the ? when I tongue kiss your neck,I go a long way to get you, what do you expectLate night, hit the highway, drop the topI pull over, gettin busy in the parking lotPicture-look it how I lick your hips and glideKiss you soft on your stomach, push my love insideGot ya lost in a love zone, stuck in the lustI got the bedroom shakin back, breakin when were tossin it upVerse twoWhats your phone number, I get aroundCali love to my true thugs, picture me nowStill down for that death row sound, searchin for pay daysNo longer dre day, arive dercheLong and forgotten, plottin for plottin-childs playCheck your sexuality, as fruity as this alizeQuick to jump ship, punk trick, what a dumb moveCross death row, now who you gonna run toLike those other suckers cuz you similiarPretendin to be hard-oh my god-check your temperatureScreamin compton, but you cant return, you aint heardBrothas pissed cuz you switched and escaped to the burbsMob on to this new era, cuz we untouchableStill cant believe you got pac rushin, uppin youBless the real, all the rest get killed, who can you trustOnly time reveals...toss it up!2pac commentary...
