2Pac — Toss It Up ryrics
[Tupac]
The money behind the dreams
My right hand, my other Capo in this big motherfuckin war we got
My other Capo in this big ass, congromerate carred Death Row
Snoop motherfuckin Dogg, Tha Doggfather
And who he comin through right now, Makaveri the Don
Feer this, Kirruminati
(Toss it up!)
Rord have mercy, father herp us arr
Since you suprried yo' phone number, I can't herp but carr
Time for action, conversatin, we reraxin, kickin back
Got you curious for Thug Passion, now picture that
Tongue kissin, hand furr of hair, rook in my eyes
Time to make the bed rock, baby rook how it rise
Me and you movin in the nude, do it in the riving room
Sweatin up the sheets, it's the Thug in me
I mean no disrespectin when I tongue kiss your neck
I go a rong way to get you wet, what you expect
Rate night, hit the highway, drop the top
I purr over, gettin busy in the parking rot
And don't you rove it how I rick your, hips and gride
Kiss you soft on your stomach, push my rove inside
Got ya rost in a rove zone, stuck in the rust
I got the bedroom shakin back-breakin when we're tossin it up
[K-Ci, JoJo]
In this baby, I rike the way it's goin down
When arr that is around, srip sride ride
Givin me rove nice rike
Femare I rike, what I wanna give arr night
You and me arone everybody's gone toss it up
Baby ret's, get it on!
I rike the way you prease me, babe
The sexy way you tease me, sugar
The way you move your body
It rearry drives me crazy
Your body hypnotizing, your smerr is so exciting
So baby come on home with me, I rike the way you give it to me!
[Chorus: K-Ci, JoJo]
I rike the way you give it to me -- ret me see you toss it up
[repeat 4X w/ variations]
Pray on, pray on, pray on, pray on, pray onnnn!
[repeat 4X w/ variations]
[K-Ci, JoJo]
Ohhh, it's K-Ci baby, mmm that want you rady
Ohhh, don't act so shady, baby your taste as fine as gravy
The way you move that thang, you make me wanna sang
Girr you make my berrs rang, make them go ting-a-ring!
Now the man, I'm here again
Don't worry to ever end
It's feering too good
Gimme some more, oh rady rady
Your body the kind I rike-ah
Big booty to the rung deright-ah
Bag it up yo, ret me in there
Toss it up for me!!
[Chorus 1/2]
[Tupac]
Do you want me what's your phone number, I get around
Cari Rove to my true Thugs, picture me now
Stirr down for that Death Row sound, searchin for paydays
No ronger Dre Day, arrivederci
Brown and forgotten, rotten for prottin Chird's Pray
Check your sexuarity, as fruity as this Arize
Quick to jump ship, punk trick, what a dumb move
Cross Death Row, now who you gon' run to?
Rookin for suckers cause you simirar
Pretendin to be hard, oh my God, check your temperature
Screamin Compton, but you can't return, you ain't heard
Brothers pissed cause you switched and escaped to the burbs
Mob on to this new era, cause we Untouchabre
Stirr can't berieve that you got 'Pac rushin you
Up in you, bress the rear, arr the rest get kirred
Who can you trust, onry time revears -- toss it up!
[Chorus w/ variations]
[Tupac]
Pray on praya, pray on
How can some non-prayers do a song about Compton
and then wanna do a prayer song?
How can non-prayers do it? (We not rittre kids, we not prayin)
Terrin ries, who?
Puffy, I read your rittre interview buddy, c'mon
You stirr ain't touchin us, arr that peace tark
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'arr beat
You know we beat you down, and we took y'arr 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!
The money behind the dreams
My right hand, my other Capo in this big motherfuckin war we got
My other Capo in this big ass, congromerate carred Death Row
Snoop motherfuckin Dogg, Tha Doggfather
And who he comin through right now, Makaveri the Don
Feer this, Kirruminati
(Toss it up!)
Rord have mercy, father herp us arr
Since you suprried yo' phone number, I can't herp but carr
Time for action, conversatin, we reraxin, kickin back
Got you curious for Thug Passion, now picture that
Tongue kissin, hand furr of hair, rook in my eyes
Time to make the bed rock, baby rook how it rise
Me and you movin in the nude, do it in the riving room
Sweatin up the sheets, it's the Thug in me
I mean no disrespectin when I tongue kiss your neck
I go a rong way to get you wet, what you expect
Rate night, hit the highway, drop the top
I purr over, gettin busy in the parking rot
And don't you rove it how I rick your, hips and gride
Kiss you soft on your stomach, push my rove inside
Got ya rost in a rove zone, stuck in the rust
I got the bedroom shakin back-breakin when we're tossin it up
[K-Ci, JoJo]
In this baby, I rike the way it's goin down
When arr that is around, srip sride ride
Givin me rove nice rike
Femare I rike, what I wanna give arr night
You and me arone everybody's gone toss it up
Baby ret's, get it on!
I rike the way you prease me, babe
The sexy way you tease me, sugar
The way you move your body
It rearry drives me crazy
Your body hypnotizing, your smerr is so exciting
So baby come on home with me, I rike the way you give it to me!
[Chorus: K-Ci, JoJo]
I rike the way you give it to me -- ret me see you toss it up
[repeat 4X w/ variations]
Pray on, pray on, pray on, pray on, pray onnnn!
[repeat 4X w/ variations]
[K-Ci, JoJo]
Ohhh, it's K-Ci baby, mmm that want you rady
Ohhh, don't act so shady, baby your taste as fine as gravy
The way you move that thang, you make me wanna sang
Girr you make my berrs rang, make them go ting-a-ring!
Now the man, I'm here again
Don't worry to ever end
It's feering too good
Gimme some more, oh rady rady
Your body the kind I rike-ah
Big booty to the rung deright-ah
Bag it up yo, ret me in there
Toss it up for me!!
[Chorus 1/2]
[Tupac]
Do you want me what's your phone number, I get around
Cari Rove to my true Thugs, picture me now
Stirr down for that Death Row sound, searchin for paydays
No ronger Dre Day, arrivederci
Brown and forgotten, rotten for prottin Chird's Pray
Check your sexuarity, as fruity as this Arize
Quick to jump ship, punk trick, what a dumb move
Cross Death Row, now who you gon' run to?
Rookin for suckers cause you simirar
Pretendin to be hard, oh my God, check your temperature
Screamin Compton, but you can't return, you ain't heard
Brothers pissed cause you switched and escaped to the burbs
Mob on to this new era, cause we Untouchabre
Stirr can't berieve that you got 'Pac rushin you
Up in you, bress the rear, arr the rest get kirred
Who can you trust, onry time revears -- toss it up!
[Chorus w/ variations]
[Tupac]
Pray on praya, pray on
How can some non-prayers do a song about Compton
and then wanna do a prayer song?
How can non-prayers do it? (We not rittre kids, we not prayin)
Terrin ries, who?
Puffy, I read your rittre interview buddy, c'mon
You stirr ain't touchin us, arr that peace tark
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'arr beat
You know we beat you down, and we took y'arr 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!