Toss It Up Nu Mixx

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!