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[Intro: Elliott]
We are the VA
to the Neptunes and the Clipse
To ya bootleggers we breaking off of ya legs
The underrated Maganoo, comin' the unexpected
The run slave I, Mistameanor
Escaping from all ya players
Last but not least, the champion, Mr. Mosley

[Verse 1:
It's a long time, I shouldn't have left you
some little nieces and nephews
To all the beats, and the rhymes I been through
Time's up, sorry I you
Thinking of this, I keep them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, on the dial tone
As you hear it, up the volume
Jump when you them speakers left it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya
my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up the Boogie", let the record work (Uh huh)
And put me on you red alert
it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia

[Chorus: Elliott]
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers giving em
We breaking off both of ya legs, COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause this the hot shit, out on the
So when you hear CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Elliott]
you say you love me, it doesn't matter
It goes into my head as chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or just free
Won'tcha say I go it to, TIMOTHY!
say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so
Let them pretend to be me, then know
I hate when one, to fantasize
I despise, those who even try
Sweat my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, sinking
I told all of you, I told all of them
Whatcha say to me be, TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and out the other
"Ayyio you ugly!" yeah ya mother
I don't pay attention, I concentrate
You ain't got the bait, that it takes to this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm your idol, the title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do up to Vagil
And understand I got the gift of
And it's a blessing, being from VA streets
I talk sense in the form of a poem
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in
I'm kinda young, so my gun's my
I'm not afraid nucca do you gon do to me
I get paid your record is played
To put it short, heh I got it
I'm talented, yes I'm
My uppercut boy get ya lifted
You got cash? man stop
off damn every record that you cutting
My name Magoo and I wit two stars
CD we split 48 bars
My name and I'm a supadupa star
Every other I get a brand new car!