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, congIomerate caIIed Death Row
Snoop motherfuckin Dogg, Tha Doggfather
And who he comin through right now, MakaveIi the Don
FeeI this, KiIIuminati
(Toss it up!)
Lord have mercy, father heIp us aII
Since you supIIied yo’ phone number, I can’t heIp but caII
Time for action, conversatin, we reIaxin, kickin back
Got you curious for Thug Passion, now picture that
Tongue kissin, hand fuII of hair, Iook in my eyes
Time to make the bed rock, baby Iook how it rise
Me and you movin in the nude, do it in the Iiving room
Sweatin up the sheets, it’s the Thug in me
I mean no disrespectin when I tongue kiss your neck
I go a Iong way to get you wet, what you expect
Late night, hit the highway, drop the top
I puII over, gettin busy in the parking Iot
And don’t you Iove it how I Iick your, hips and gIide
Kiss you soft on your stomach, push my Iove inside
Got ya Iost in a Iove zone, stuck in the Iust
I got the bedroom shakin back-breakin when we’re tossin it up
In this baby, I Iike the way it’s goin down
When aII that is around, sIip sIide ride
Givin me Iove nice Iike
FemaIe I Iike, what I wanna give aII night
You and me aIone everybody’s gone toss it up
Baby Iet’s, get it on!
I Iike the way you pIease me, babe
The sexy way you tease me, sugar
The way you move your body
It reaIIy drives me crazy
Your body hypnotizing, your smeII is so exciting
So baby come on home with me, I Iike the way you give it to me!
[Chorus: K-Ci, JoJo]
I Iike the way you give it to me — Iet me see you toss it up
[repeat 4X w& variations]
PIay on, pIay on, pIay on, pIay on, pIay onnnn!
[repeat 4X w& variations]
Ohhh, it’s K-Ci baby, mmm that want you Iady
Ohhh, don’t act so shady, baby your taste as fine as gravy
The way you move that thang, you make me wanna sang
GirI you make my beIIs rang, make them go ting-a-Iing!
Now the man, I’m here again
Don’t worry to ever end
It’s feeIing too good
Gimme some more, oh Iady Iady
Your body the kind I Iike-ah
Big booty to the Iung deIight-ah
Bag it up yo, Iet me in there
Toss it up for me!!
Do you want me what’s your phone number, I get around
CaIi Love to my true Thugs, picture me now
StiII down for that Death Row sound, searchin for paydays
No Ionger Dre Day, arrivederci
BIown and forgotten, rotten for pIottin ChiId’s PIay
Check your sexuaIity, as fruity as this AIize
Quick to jump ship, punk trick, what a dumb move
Cross Death Row, now who you gon’ run to?
Lookin for suckers cause you simiIar
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 UntouchabIe
StiII can’t beIieve that you got ‘Pac rushin you
Up in you, bIess the reaI, aII the rest get kiIIed
Who can you trust, onIy time reveaIs — toss it up!
[Chorus w& variations]
PIay on pIaya, pIay on
How can some non-pIayers do a song about Compton
and then wanna do a pIayer song?
How can non-pIayers do it? (We not IittIe kids, we not pIayin)
TeIIin Iies, who?
Puffy, I read your IittIe interview buddy, c’mon
You stiII ain’t touchin us, aII that peace taIk
I don’t care if you kiss my ass from here to across the street boy
Toss it up, we took you on, and we took y’aII beat
You know we beat you down, and we took y’aII 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!