verse one lord have mercy, father help us all since you supplied your phone number, i can't help but call time for action, conversatin, we relaxin, kickin back got ya curious for thug pa*sion, now picture that tongue kissin, hand full of hair, look in my eyes time to make the bed rock, baby look how it rise me and you movin in the nude, do it in the living room sweatin up the sheets, it's the thug in me i mean no disrespectin when i tongue kiss your neck, i go a long way to get you wet, what you expect late night, hit the highway, drop the top i pull over, gettin busy in the parking lot and dont you love it how i lick your hips and glide kiss you soft on your stomach, push my love inside got ya lost in a love zone, stuck in the lust i got the bedroom shakin back, breakin when we tossin it up ooh ooh wee baby I love the way its goin down when nobodys around slip slide ride givin me love that slide female I like what I wanna give all night u and me alone everybodys gone toss it up baby lets get it on! You know I like the way you please me the sexy way you tease me The way you move your body really drives me crazy Your body hypnotizing your smell is so exciting So baby come on home with me I like the way you give it to me! [Chorus: K-Ci, JoJo] I like the way you give it to me -- let me see you toss it up [repeat 4X w/ variations] Play on, play on, play on, play on, play onnnn! [repeat 4X w/ variations [K-Ci, JoJo] Ohhh, it's K-Ci baby, mmm that want you lady Ohhh, don't act so shady, baby your taste is as fine as gravy The way you move that thang, you make me wanna sang Girl you make my bells rang, make them go ting-a-ling! [Aaron Hall] Now the man, I'm here again Don't want it to ever end It's feeling too good Gimme some more, oh lady lady Your body the kind I like-ah Big booty to the delight-ah Bag it up yo, let me in there Toss it up for me!! [Chorus 1/2] verse two Tell me what's your phone number, i get around cali love to my true thugs, picture me now still down for that death row sound, searchin for pay days no longer dre day, arive derche long and forgotten, rotten for plottin-child's play check your sexuality, as fruity as this alize quick to jump ship, punk trick, what a dumb move cross DEATH ROW, now who you gonna run to like those other suckers 'cause you similiar pretendin to be hard-oh my god-check your temperature screamin compton, but you can't return, you ain't heard brothas pissed 'cause you switched and escaped to the burbs mob on to this new era, 'cause we untouchable still can't believe you got pac rushin, uppin you bless the real, all the rest get killed, who can you trust only time reveals...toss it up! [Chorus w/ variations] [Tupac] Play on playa, play on How can some non-players do a song about Compton and then wanna do a player song? How can non-players do it? (We not little kids, we not playin) Tellin lies, who? Puffy, I read your little interview buddy, c'mon You still ain't touchin us, all that peace talk I don't care if you kiss my ass from here to across the street boy It's on Toss it up, we took you on, and we took y'all beat You know we beat you down, and we took y'all beat Cause you wasn't rockin it right Tired of suckers rockin it, toss it up, is how we did it Yeah, toss it up now! Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com