2pac Toss It Up Nu Mixx Lyrics

Toss It Up Nu Mixx Lyrics

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
don’t 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 it’s goin’ down

when
nobody’s around slip slide ride givin me love that slide

female I like
what I wanna give all night

u and me alone everybody’s gone toss it up
baby let’s 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!