Testo Toss It Up - Makaveli
Testo della canzone Toss It Up (Makaveli), tratta dall'album The Don Killuminati (The 7 Day Theory)
(Makaveli the Don), the money behind the dreams
My right hand
My other Capo in this big - war we got (Makaveli the Don)
My other Capo in this big -
Conglomerate called Death Row (Makaveli the Don)
Snoop - Dogg, Tha Doggfather
And who we hear comin' through right now? (Makaveli the Don)
Makaveli the Don, feel this, Killuminati (toss that up)
Lord have mercy, Father help us all (yeah)
Since you supplied your phone number, I can't help but call
Time for action, conversating, we relaxing, kicking back
Got you curious for thug passion, now picture that
Tongue-kissing, hand full of hair, look in my eyes
Time to make the bed rock, baby, look how it rise
Me and you moving in the nude, do it in the living room
Sweating up the sheets, it's the Thug in me
I mean no - 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, getting busy in the parking lot (that's right)
And don't you love it how I lick your hips and glide?
Kiss you soft on your stomach, push my love inside
Got you lost in a love zone, stuck in the lust
I got the bedroom shaking, back-breaking when we're tossing it up
Feel this, baby (yeah), I like the way it's going down
When nobody's around, slip-slide ride, giving me that nice smile
The thing I like, what I want to give all night
You and me alone, everybody's gone, toss it up
Baby, let's get it on!
I like the way you please me, baby (yeah)
The sexy way you tease me, shorty (that's right)
The way you move your body
It really drives me crazy
Your body's hypnotizing (hypnotizing), your smell is so exciting (so exciting)
So, baby, come on home with me
I like the way you give it to me, baby
I like the way you give it to me
Let me see you toss it up
I said, I like the way you give it to me
Let me see you toss it up
I like the way you give it to me
Let me see you toss it up
Said, I like the way you give it to me
Let me see you toss it up
Play on, play on, play on, play on (oh, baby)
Play on, play on, play on, play on (play on, nigga)
Play on, play on, play on, play on (oh, yeah, yeah)
Play on, play on, play on, play on (yeah, yeah, yeah, baby)
Oh, it's K-Ci, baby (yes), mm, that want you, lady (yes)
Oh, don't act so shady
Baby, your taste is fine as gravy
The way you move that thing
You make me wanna sing
Girl, you make my bells ring (sing it with me)
Make them go ting-a-ling!
Nasty man, I'm here again
Don't want it to ever end
It's feeling too good
Give me some more, oh, lady, lady
Your body the kind I like, a
Big booty, titillating delight
Back it up, yo, let me in there
Toss it up for me
I like the way you give it to me
Let me see you toss it up
I like the way you give it to me
Let me see you toss it up
I like the way you give it to me
Let me see you toss it up
I like the way you give it to me
So won't you play on
How do you want it? 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 paydays
No longer Dre Day, arrivederci
Blown and forgotten, rotten for plottin' child's play (word)
Check your sexuality, as fruity as this Alizé (word)
Quick to jump ship, punk trick, what a dumb move
Cross Death Row, now who you gon' run to?
Laugh at you suckers 'cause you similar
Pretending to be hard, oh, my God, check your temperature
Screaming, "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 untouchable
Still can't believe that you got Pac rushing you
Up in you, bless the real, all the rest get killed
Who can you trust? Only time reveals, toss it up
On and on, yeah, and on
Let me see you toss it up (toss it up)
Won't you toss it up (yeah, no doubt)
Won't you toss it up, yeah (let me see you toss it up), play on, player, play on
How can some non-players do a song about tossin' it up, do a player song?
(Ay, Lil' Kim, you ain't little no more, you ain't check the weight scale lately have you?)
How can non-players do that? (You are not little Kim, you fat bitch, get it straight)
(You know who I'm talkin' 'bout) Teddy Riley? Who?
Puffy, I read your little interview (who?) Buddy, c'mon
You still ain't touching us, all that peace talk
I don't care if you kiss my - from here to across the street, boy
It's on! Toss it up, we took you on
And we took y'all beat (toss it up)
You know who beat we took, and we took y'all beat
'Cause you wasn't rocking it right (toss it up now)
Tired of suckers rocking beats that don't belong to them
Toss it up, it's on, it's out there now, it's our beat now (yeah, toss it up now)
Credits
Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Aaron Robin Iii Hall, Joel Lamonte Hailey, Demetrius Antoinne Shipp, Danny Boy Steward, Cedric R. Hailey, Reginald Deville Moore
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