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[Intro: Elliott]
We are the VA
Love to the Neptunes and the
To ya we breaking off both of ya legs
The Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected
The run away slave I,
from all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least, the champion, Mr. Mosley

1: Timbaland]
It's been a long time, I shouldn't have you
Without little nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been
Time's up, sorry I you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them
that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial
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 know what ya know
Well my don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the work (Uh huh)
And put me on you red alert
'Cause the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia

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

2: Missy Elliott]
When you say you love me, it doesn't
It goes into my as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or very free
Won'tcha say I go it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but don't tell me so
Let pretend to be me, then they know
I hate when one, to fantasize
Fact I despise, those who try
Sweat between my thighs never stinking
Yo is over, career sinking
I told all of you, like I told all of
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 don't
You ain't got the bait, that it to hook this, huh

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