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

[Verse 1:
It's a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without little nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I through
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 tone
As you it, pump up the volume
when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I don't what you heard, and I don't know what ya know
Well my don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the record (Uh huh)
And put me on you red alert
'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and
Like THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia

[Chorus: Elliott]
DJ's in the mix shows you go to the record store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the giving em bootlegs
We breaking off of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and 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)

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

[Verse 3:
I'm idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do up to Vagil
And I got the gift of speech
And a blessing, being from them VA streets
I talk sense in the form of a poem
If I wasn't rhymes I'd be breaking in homes
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 Magoo and I roll wit two stars
Every CD we 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a star
Every other month I get a new car!