Toss It Up-2Pac

　　　 Artist：2 pac Songs Title：toss it up Lord have mercy, father help us all Since you supplied your phone number, I cant help but call Time for action, conversatin, we relaxin, kickin back Got ya curious about 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, its the thug in me I be the ? when I tongue kiss your neck, I go a long way to get you, what do 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 were tossin it up Whats 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-childs 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 cuz you similiar Pretendin to be hard-oh my god-check your temperature Screamin compton, but you cant return, you aint heard Brothas pissed cuz you switched and escaped to the burbs Mob on to this new era, cuz we untouchable Still cant 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! 2pac commentary...