Toss It Up (CD Version, about 5:07 long)
2PAC - Makaveli
The Don Killuminati: The Seven Day Theory
Lyrics by Chris Reid - Version 1.0
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 passion, 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’m in tha bizzo fuckin’, when I tongue kiss your neck,
I go a long way to get you, what you expect
Late night, hit the highway, drop the top
I pull over, gettin busy in the parking lot
Picture, look 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're tossin' it up
Verse ?(don’t have lyrics yet)
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, plottin 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!
